Mm ebtRD WITH; A CRIMSON SUNSET °57 
Iam!” just the same as the Great Bird of Paradise 
can. They are not so long, it is true, but then they 
are very thick, and of a most glorious crimson colour— 
such a colour as you see, sometimes, in the western 
sky, when the sun is flushing it, just before he sinks 
down for the night. People talk about a sky like 
that and call it a glorious sunset when they see it in 
Switzerland. One can see it here, too, if one likes, 
but it is not usual to talk about it or even to 
look at it, unless one is in Switzerland (your mother 
will tell you the reason of this). Fancy a bird that 
looks out of a crimson sunset of feathers—crimson, 
but with beautiful white tips to them! Crimson and 
white, that is almost more splendid than orange-gold 
and mauvy-brown; unless you like orange-gold and 
mauvy-brown better—it is all a matter of taste. 
But there is another thing that the Red Bird of Para- 
dise has, which the Great Bird of Paradise has not got 
at all. He has two little crests of feathers—beautiful 
metallic green feathers—on his forehead. Just fancy! 
Not one crest, merely, but two. One talks about a 
feather in one’s cap (which, of course, a dird may have 
without its being wrong); but what is a feather in one’s 
cap compared to two crests of feathers on one’s fore- 
head? And such crests! And, besides his crimson 
sunset plumes with their white tips and the two little 
lovely green crests on his forehead, this bird has two 
