Peter Sees Rosebreast and Finds Redcoat 



of him underneath was white. It was Rosebreast 

 the Grosbeak. 



"Isn't he lovely!" cried Peter, and added in 

 the next breath, "Who is that with him?" 



"Mrs. Grosbeak, of course. Who else would it 

 be?" sputtered Jenny rather crossly, for she was 

 still a little put out because she had been laughed 

 at. 



"I would never have guessed it," said Peter. 

 "She doesn't look the least bit like him." 



This was quite true. There was no beautiful 

 rose color about Mrs. Grosbeak. She was dressed 

 chiefly in brown and grayish colors with a little 

 buff here and there and with dark streaks on her 

 breast. Over each eye was a whitish line. Al- 

 together she looked more as if she might be a big 

 member of the Sparrow family than the wife of 

 handsome Rosebreast. While Rosebreast sang, 

 Mrs. Grosbeak was very busily picking buds and 

 blossoms from the tree. 



"What is she doing that for?" inquired Peter. 



"For the same reason that you bite off sweet 

 clover blossoms and leaves," replied Jenny Wren 

 tartly. 



"Do you mean to say that they live on buds 

 and blossoms?" cried Peter. "I never heard of 

 such a thing." 



"Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut! You can ask more silly 

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