Peter Gets A Lame Neck 



excitedly. "There's no use denying it, Sprite; 

 you've got a nest in there! What a perfectly 

 lovely place for a nest." 



Sprite saw at once that it would be quite use- 

 less to try to deceive Peter. "Yes," said he, 

 "Mrs. Sprite and I have a nest in there. We've 

 just finished it. I think myself it is rather nice. 

 We always build in moss like this. All we have 

 to do is to find a nice thick bunch and then weave 

 it together at the bottom and line the inside with 

 fine grasses. It looks so much like all the rest of 

 the bunches of moss that it is seldom any one finds 

 it. I wouldn't trade nests with anybody I know." 



"Isn't it rather lonesome over here by your- 

 selves?" asked Peter. 



"Not at all," replied Sprite. "You see, we are 

 not as much alone as you think. My cousin, 

 Fidget the Myrtle Warbler, is nesting not very far 

 away, and another cousin Weechi the Magnolia 

 Warbler is also quite near. Both have begun 

 housekeeping already." 



Of course Peter was all excitement and interest 

 at once. "Wliere are their homes?" he asked 

 eagerly. "Tell me where they are and I'll go 

 straight over and call." 



"Peter," said Sprite severely, "you ought to 

 know better than to ask me to tell you anything 

 of this kind. You have been around enough to 

 [1931 



