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the Old Orchard," replied Jenny. "Do give us 

 birds credit for a little common sense, Peter. 

 We can't live without eating any more than you 

 can, and in winter there is no food at all here for 

 most of us, so we go where there is food. Those 

 who are lucky enough to eat the kinds of food 

 that can be found here in winter stay here. They 

 are lucky. That's what they are lucky. 

 Still" Jenny Wren paused. 



"Still what?" prompted Peter. 



"I wonder sometimes if you folks who are at 

 home all the time know just what a blessed place 

 home is," replied Jenny. "It is only six months 

 since we went south, but I said it seems ages, 

 and it does. The best part of going away is 

 coming home. I don't care if that does sound 

 rather mixed; it is true just the same. It isn't 

 home down there in the sunny South, even if we 

 do spend as much time there as we do here. This 

 is home, and there's no place like it! What's 

 that, Mr. Wren? I haven't seen all the Great 

 World ? Perhaps I haven't, but I've seen enough 

 of it, let me tell you that ! Any one who travels 

 a thousand miles twice a year as we do has a 

 right to express an opinion, especially if they 

 have used their eyes as I have mine. There is 

 no place like home, and you needn't try to tease 

 me by pretending that there is. My dear, I 

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