The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



and just as fond of hearing his own voice. He 

 sings from the time jolly Mr. Sun gets up in the 

 morning until he goes to bed at night. He sings 

 when it is so hot that the rest of us are glad to keep 

 still for comfort's sake. I don't know of anybody 

 more fond of the tree tops than he is. He doesn't 

 seem to care anything about the Old Orchard, but 

 stays over in those big trees along the road. He's 

 got a nest over in that big elm and it is as high up 

 as that of Goldy the Oriole. I haven't seen it 

 myself, but Goldy told me about it. Why any one 

 so small should want to live so high up in the world 

 I don't know, any more than I know why any one 

 wants to live anywhere but in the Old Orchard." 



"Somehow I don't remember just what Warble 

 looks like," Peter confessed. 



"He looks a lot like his cousin, Redeye," replied 

 Jenny. "His coat is a little duller olive-green and 

 underneath he is a little bit yellowish instead of be- 

 ing white. Of course he doesn't have red eyes, and 

 he is a little smaller than Redeye. The whole fam- 

 ily looks pretty much alike anyway." 



"You said something then, Jenny Wren," de- 

 clared Peter. "They get me all mixed up. If only 

 some of them had some bright colors it would be 

 easier to tell them apart." 



"One has," replied Jenny Wren. "He has a 

 bright yellow throat and breast and is called the 



