The Warblers Arrive 



"Goldy the Oriole," replied Peter promptly. 

 "Only of course he's ever and ever so much smaller. 

 He's all black and orange-red and white something 

 as Goldy is, only there isn't quite so much orange 

 on him." 



For just an instant Zee Zee sat still with his tail 

 spread. His head, throat and back were black 

 and there was a black band across the end of his 

 tail and a black stripe down the middle of it. The 

 rest was bright orange-red. On each wing was a 

 band of orange-red and his sides were the same 

 color. Underneath he was white tinged more or 

 less with orange. 



It was only for an instant that Zee Zee sat still ; 

 then he was in the air, darting, diving, whirling, 

 going through all sorts of antics as he caught tiny 

 insects too small for Peter to see. Peter began to 

 wonder how he kept still long enough to sleep at 

 night. And his voice was quite asjbusy as his 

 wings. "Zee, zee, zee, zee!" he would cry. 

 But this was only one of many notes. At times 

 he would sing a beautiful little song and then again 

 it would seem as if he were trying to imitate other 

 members of the Warbler family. 



"I do hope Zee Zee is going to stay here," 

 said Peter. "I just love to watch him." 



"He'll stay fast enough," retorted Jenny Wren. 

 "I don't imagine he'll stay in the Old Orchard 

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