Bob White and Carol the Meadow Lark 



bird very near the size of Welcome Robin. He 

 also was telling all the world of his happiness. 

 It was Carol the Meadow Lark. 



Peter was so intent watching these two friends 

 of his that he took no heed to his footsteps. Sud- 

 denly there was a whirr from almost under his 

 very nose and he stopped short, so startled that 

 he almost squealed right out. In a second he 

 recognized Mrs. Meadow Lark. He watched her 

 fly over to where Carol was singing. Her stout 

 little wings moved swiftly for a moment or two, 

 then she sailed on without moving them at all. 

 Then they fluttered rapidly again until she was 

 flying fast enough to once more sail on them out- 

 stretched. The white outer feathers of her tail 

 showed clearly and reminded Peter of the tail of 

 Sweetvoice the Vesper Sparrow, only of course 

 it was ever so much bigger. 



Peter sat still until Mrs. Meadow Lark had 

 alighted on the fence near Carol. Then he pre- 

 pared to hurry on, for he was anxious for a bit of 

 gossip with these good friends of his. But just 

 before he did this he just happened to glance down 

 and there, almost at his very feet, he caught sight 

 of something that made him squeal right out. 

 It was a nest with four of the prettiest eggs Peter 

 ever had seen. They were white with brown spots 

 all over them. Had it not been for the eggs he 



