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"Hello, chatterbox," retorted Redhead with a 

 twinkle in his eyes. "I didn't know you were 

 talking about my family, but I could have guessed 

 that you were talking about some one's family. 

 Does your tongue ever stop, Jenny?" 



Jenny Wren started to become indignant and 

 scold, then thought better of it. "I was talking 

 for Peter's benefit," said she, trying to look digni- 

 fied, a thing quite impossible for any member of 

 the Wren family to do. " Peter has always had 

 the idea that true Woodpeckers never go down 

 on the ground. I was explaining to him that 

 Yellow Wing is a true Woodpecker, yet spends 

 half his time on the ground." 



Redhead nodded. "It's all on account of ants/* 

 said he. "I don't know of any one quite so fond 

 of ants unless it is Old Mr. Toad. I like a few of 

 them myself, but Yellow Wing just about lives 

 on them when he can. You may have noticed 

 that I go down on the ground myself once in a 

 while. I am rather fond of beetles, and an oc- 

 casional grasshopper tastes very good to me. I 

 like a variety. Yes, sir, I certainly do like a 

 variety cherries, blackberries, raspberries, straw- 

 berries, grapes. In fact most kinds of fruit taste 

 good to me, not to mention beechnuts and acorns 

 when there is no fruit." 



Jenny Wren tossed her head. "You didn't 

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