BIRD AND ARBOUR DAY AT FOXES CORNERS 3897 
“Something ought to be done, but can Jennie Wren tell 
us what it shall be?” 
“T’ve noticed that most of the boys and girls who rob 
our nests and whose parents drive us from their gardens 
go every day to that square house down the road yonder,” 
said Mrs. Wren. “Now if some bird with a fine voice 
that would make them listen could only fly in the window 
and sing a song, telling them how useful even the songless 
bird brothers are, they might treat us better and tell their 
parents about us when they go home.” 
“Well spoken,” said the Robin; “but who would ven- 
ture into that house with all those boys? There is one 
boy in there who, last year, killed my mate with a stone 
in a bean-shooter, and also shot my cousin, a Bluebird. 
Then the boy’s sister cut off the wings of these dead 
brothers and wore them in her hat. I think it would be 
dangerous to go in that schoolhouse.” 
“The windows are open,’”’ said the Song Sparrow, who 
had listened in silence. “I hear the children singing, so 
they must be happy. I will go down and speak to them, 
for though I have no grand voice, they all know me and 
perhaps they will understand my homely wayside song.’ 
So the Sparrow flew down the road, but as he paused 
in the lilac hedge before going in the window, he heard 
that the voices were singing about birds, telling of their 
music, beauty, and good deeds. While he hesitated in 
great wonder at the sounds, the children trooped out, the 
girls carrying pots of geraniums which they began to 
plant in some beds by the walk. Then two boys brought 
a fine young maple tree to set in the place of an old tree 
that had died. A woman with a bright, pleasant face 
