The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



myself, quite as silly as Golden Crowned Thrush, 

 which is what some people call me. I'm not a 

 Thrush. I'm not even related to the Thrush 

 family. I'm a Warbler, a Wood Warbler." 



"I suppose," said Peter, looking at Teacher 

 thoughtfully, "they've given you that name be- 

 cause you are dressed something like the Thrushes. 

 That olive-green coat, and white waistcoat all 

 streaked and spotted with black, certainly does 

 remind me of the Thrush family. If you were 

 not so much smaller than any of the Thrushes 

 I should almost think you were one myself. Why, 

 you are not very much bigger than Chippy the 

 Chipping Sparrow, only you've got longer legs. I 

 suppose that's because you spend so much time 

 on the ground. I think that just Teacher is the 

 best name for you. No one who has once heard 

 you could ever mistake you for any one else. 

 By the way, Teacher, where did you say your 

 nest is?" ft 



"I didn't say," retorted Teacher. "What's 

 more, I'm not going to say." 



"Won't you at least tell me if it is in a tree?" 

 begged Peter. 



Teacher's eyes twinkled. "I guess it won't 



do any harm to tell you that much," said he. 



"No, it isn't in a tree. It is on the ground and, 



if I do say it, it is as well hidden a nest as anybody 



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