Jenny Has a Good Word for Some Sparrows 



I'm too busy. Mr. Wren, you ought to know 

 that that stick is too big." Jenny snatched it 

 out of Mr. Wren's mouth and dropped it on the 

 ground, while Mr. Wren meekly went to hunt for 

 another. Jenny joined him, and as Peter watched 

 them he understood why Jenny is so often spoken 

 of as a feathered busybody. 



For some time Peter Rabbit watched Jenny 

 and Mr. Wren carry sticks and straws into that 

 little hole until it seemed to him they were trying 

 to fill the whole inside of the tree. Just watching 

 them made Peter positively tired. Mr. Wren 

 would stop every now and then to sing, but Jenny 

 didn't waste a minute. In spite of that she 

 managed to talk just the same. 



"I suppose Little Friend the Song Sparrow got 

 here some time ago," said she. 



Peter nodded. "Yes," said he. "I saw him 

 only a day or two ago over by the Laughing 

 Brook, and although he wouldn't say so, I'm 

 sure that he has a nest and eggs already." 



Jenny Wren jerked her tail and nodded her 

 head vigorously. "I suppose so," said she. "He 

 doesn't have to make as long a journey as we do, 

 so he gets here sooner. Did you ever in your 

 life see such a difference as there is between 

 Little Friend and his cousin, Bully? Everybody 

 loves Little Friend." 



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