Peter Gets A Lame Neck 



anything about it when suddenly a little bird 

 alighted on it and disappeared in it. At least, 

 that is what Peter thought. But it was all so 

 unexpected that he couldn't be sure his eyes hadn't 

 fooled him. 



Of course, right away he became very much in- 

 terested in that bunch of moss. He stared at it 

 very hard. At first it looked no different from a 

 dozen other bunches of moss, but presently he 

 noticed that it was a little thicker than other 

 bunches, as if somehow it had been woven to- 

 gether. He hopped off to one side so he could see 

 better. It looked as if in one side of that bunch 

 of moss was a little round hole. Peter blinked 

 and looked very hard indeed to make sure. A 

 minute later there was no doubt at all, for a little 

 feathered head was poked out and a second later 

 a dainty mite of a bird flew out and alighted very 

 close to Peter. It was one of the smaller members 

 of the Warbler family. 



"Sprite !" cried Peter joyously. "I missed you 

 when your cousins passed through here, and I 

 thought you had gone to the Far North with the 

 rest of them." 



"Well, I haven't, and what's more I'm not going 

 to go on to the Far North. I'm going to stay 

 right here," declared Sprite the Parula Warbler, 

 for that is who it was. 



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