Redwing and Yellow Wing 



Peter fairly bubbled over with interest and 

 curiosity. "How splendid!" he cried. "Where 

 is your nest, Redwing? I would just love to see 

 it. I suppose it is because she is sitting on those 

 eggs that I haven't seen Mrs. Redwing. It was 

 very stupid of me not to guess that folks who 

 come as early as you do would be among the first 

 to build a home. Where is it, Redwing? Do 

 tell me." 



Redwing's eyes twinkled. 



"A secret which is known by three 



Full soon will not a secret be," 

 said he. "It isn't that I don't trust you, Peter. 

 I know that you wouldn't intentionally let my 

 secret slip out. But you might do it by accident. 

 What you don't know, you can't tell." 



"That's right, Redwing. I am glad you have 

 so much sense," said another voice, and Mrs. 

 Redwing alighted very near to Redwing. 



Peter couldn't help thinking that Old Mother 

 Nature had been very unfair indeed in dressing 

 Mrs. Redwing. She was, if anything, a little 

 bit smaller than her handsome husband, and such 

 a plain, not to say homely, little body that it was 

 hard work to realize that she was a Blackbird 

 at all. In the first place she wasn't black. She 

 was dressed all over in grayish-brown with streaks 

 of darker brown which in places were almost 

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