Peter Gets A Lame Neck 



His wings were black and gray with two white 

 bars. He was a little smaller than Fidget the 

 Myrtle Warbler and quite as restless. 



Peter fairly itched to ask Weechi where his nest 

 was, but by this time he had learned a lesson, so 

 wisely kept his tongue still. 



"What were you fellows talking about?" asked 

 Weechi. 



"Nests," replied Fidget. "I've just been telling 

 Peter that while Cousin Sprite may like to build 

 in that hanging moss down there, it wouldn't 

 suit me at all." 



"Nor me either," declared Weechi promptly. 

 "I prefer to build a real nest just as you do. By 

 the way, Fidget, I stopped to look at your nest 

 this morning. I find we build a good deal alike 

 and we like the same sort of a place to put it. 

 I suppose you know that I am a rather near 

 neighbor of yours?" 



" Of course I know it," replied Fidget. " In fact 

 I watched you start your nest. Don't you think 

 you have it rather near the ground?" 



"Not too near, Fidget ; not too near. I am not 

 as high-minded as some people. I like to be 

 within two or three feet of the ground." 



"I do myself," replied Fidget. 



Fidget and Weechi became so interested in dis- 

 cussing nests and the proper way of building them 

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