BIRD AND ARBOUR DAY AT FOXES CORNERS 3887 
north.” It was quite eleven o’clock when, the planting 
over and the benches that the boys had made during 
the winter set in place, the children, whose hands were 
washed under very difficult conditions, gathered in the 
school. 
But those parents who cared to come had meanwhile had 
a chance to go into the little building, see the pictures, 
charts, and books on the shelf behind the desk, and chat 
with Miss Wilde in a friendly, informal way that was 
helpful to all concerned. 
Goldilocks had been there all the morning, but when 
Gray Lady arrived she brought with her a friend of ‘‘ the 
General’s,”’ who was also a Wise Man in one of the chief 
agricultural colleges of the country, who had promised 
to talk to the children. Gray Lady herself was to read 
them some bird poetry, and Miss Wilde a little story of 
her own invention, while as a finale the children them- 
selves were to recite some verses where ten familiar birds 
were represented each by a child who wore a cap and 
shoulder cape, cleverly made of crépe paper, that would 
give a clew, at least, to the bird he or she represented. 
These costumes had been made at the last Saturday 
meeting of the Kind Hearts’ Club, in the playroom at 
“the General’s,” and had caused no little fun, the idea of 
them having come from the caps in the mottoes at that 
orchard party, in September, eight months before, when 
the children first entered Birdland. 
This is the poem that Gray Lady read. She had a voice 
that sang even in speaking, and as Goldilocks often said, 
“When mother reads bird poetry you don’t hear the words, 
but the birds themselves.” 
