The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



"Oh, Jenny," cried Peter, as a sudden thought 

 struck him. 



Jenny paused and jerked her tail impatiently. 

 "Well, what is it now?" she demanded. 



"Have you got two homes?" asked Peter. 



"Goodness gracious, no!" exclaimed Jenny. 

 "What do you suppose I want of two homes? 

 One is all I can take care of." 



"Then why," demanded Peter triumphantly, 

 "does Mr. Wren work all day carrying sticks and 

 straws into a hole in another tree? It seems to 

 me that he has carried enough in there to build 

 two or three nests." 



Jenny Wren's eyes twinkled, and she laughed 

 softly. "Mr. Wren just has to be busy about 

 something, bless his heart," said she. "He hasn't 

 a lazy feather on him. He's building that nest 

 to take up his time and keep out of mischief. 

 Besides, if he fills that hollow up nobody else will 

 take it, and you know we might want to move 

 some time. Good-by, Peter." With a final jerk 

 of her tail Jenny Wren flew to the little round 

 doorway of her house and popped inside. 



