The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



there was a little stick projecting from both sides 

 close up to the shoulder. The wing was bleeding 

 a little. 



"Oh, dear, whatever shall I do, Peter Rabbit? 

 Whatever shall I do ?" sobbed Redcoat. 



"Does it pain you dreadfully ?" asked Peter. 



Redcoat nodded. "But I don't mind the pain," 

 he hastened to say. "It is the thought of what 

 may happen to me." 



Meanwhile Mrs. Tanager was flying about in 

 the tree tops near at hand and calling anxiously. 

 She was dressed almost wholly in light olive-green 

 and greenish-yellow. She looked no more like 

 beautiful Redcoat than did Mrs. Grosbeak like 

 Rosebreast. 



"Can't you fly up just a little way so as to get 

 off the ground?" she cried anxiously. "Isn't it 

 dreadful, Peter Rabbit, to have such an accident ? 

 We've just got our nest half built, and I don't 

 know what I shall do if anything happens to Red- 

 coat. Oh, dear, here comes somebody ! Hide, 

 Redcoat ! Hide !" Mrs. Tanager flew off a short 

 distance to one side and began to cry as if in the 

 greatest distress. Peter knew instantly that she 

 was crying to get the attention of whoever was 

 coming. 



Poor Redcoat, with the old look of terror in his 

 eyes, fluttered along, trying to find something under 

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