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Thrushes belong to. That makes them all 

 cousins." 



"What?" exclaimed Peter, looking as if he 

 didn't believe a word of what Jenny Wren had 

 said. Jenny repeated, and still Peter looked 

 doubtful. 



Then Jenny lost her temper, a thing she does 

 very easily. "If you don't believe me, go ask 

 one of them," she snapped, and disappeared 

 inside her house, where Peter could hear her 

 scolding away to herself. 



The more he thought of it, the more this struck 

 Peter as good advice. So he hopped over to the 

 foot of the fence post on which Winsome Blue- 

 bird was sitting. "Jenny Wren says that you 

 and Welcome Robin are cousins. She doesn't 

 know what she is talking about, does she?" asked 

 Peter. 



Winsome chuckled. It was a soft, gentle 

 chuckle. "Yes," said he, nodding his head, 

 "we are. You can trust that little busybody to 

 know what she is talking about, every time. I 

 sometimes think she knows more about other 

 people's affairs than about her own. Welcome 

 and I may not look much alike, but we are 

 cousins just the same. Don't you think Welcome 

 is looking unusually fine this spring ? " 



"Not a bit finer than you are yourself, Win- 

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