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find him yet. I wonder what has brought him 

 up so early." 



It didn't take Peter long to find Pewee. He 

 just followed the sound of that voice and presently 

 saw Pewee fly out and make the same kind of a 

 little circle as the other members of his family 

 make when they are hunting flies. It ended just 

 where it had started, on a dead twig of a tree in 

 a shady, rather lonely part of the Green Forest. 

 Almost at once he began to call his name in a 

 rather sad, plaintive tone, "Pee-wee! Pee-wee ! 

 Pee-wee!" But he wasn't sad, as Peter well 

 knew. It was his way of expressing how happy 

 he felt. He was a little bigger than his cousin, 

 Chebec, but looked very much like him. There 

 was a little notch in the end of his tail. The upper 

 half of his bill was black, but the lower half was 

 light. Peter could see on each wing two whitish 

 bars, and he noticed that Pewee's wings were 

 longer than his tail, which wasn't the case with 

 Chebec. But no one could ever mistake Pewee 

 for any of his relatives, for the simple reason that 

 he keeps repeating his own name over and over. 



"Aren't you here early?" asked Peter. 



Pewee nodded. "Yes," said he. "It has been 

 unusually warm this spring, so I hurried a little 

 and came up with my cousins, Scrapper and 

 Cresty. That is something I don't often do." 

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