Peter Sees Rosebreast and Finds Redcoat 



that for when they can sing as Rosebreast can, is 

 more than I can understand." 



At that very instant Mr. Wren began to scold as 

 only he and Jenny can. Peter looked up at Jenny 

 and winked slyly. "And what anybody wants to 

 scold like that for when they can sing as Mr. 

 Wren can, is too much for me," retorted Peter. 

 "But you haven't told me who Rosebreast is." 



"The Grosbeak, of course, stupid," sputtered 

 Jenny. "If you don't know Rosebreast the Gros- 

 beak, Peter Rabbit, you certainly must have been 

 blind and deaf ever since you were born. Listen 

 to that ! Just listen to that song !" 



Peter listened. There were many songs, for it 

 was a very beautiful morning and all the singers of 

 the Old Orchard were pouring out the joy that was 

 within them. One song was a little louder and 

 clearer than the others because it came from a tree 

 very close at hand, the very tree from which those 

 squeaky notes had come just a few minutes before. 

 Peter suspected that that must be the song Jenny 

 Wren meant. He looked puzzled. He was puz- 

 zled. "Do you mean Welcome Robin's song ?" he 

 asked rather sheepishly, for he had a feeling that he 

 would be the victim of Jenny Wren's sharp tongue. 



"No, I don't mean Welcome Robin's song," 

 snapped Jenny. "What good are a pair of long 

 ears if they can't tell one song from another ? That 

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