Jenny Wren's Cousins 



ground. "What's that?" he exclaimed. "Since 

 when was Brownie the Thrasher related to the 

 Wren family?" 



"Ever since there have been any Wrens and 

 Thrashers," retorted Jenny. "Brownie belongs to 

 one branch of the family and I belong to another, 

 and that makes him my second cousin. It cer- 

 tainly is surprising how little some folks know." 

 i "But I have always supposed he belonged to the 

 Thrush family," protested Peter. "He certainly 

 looks like a Thrush." 



"Looking like one doesn't make him one," 

 snapped Jenny. "By this time you ought to have 

 learned that you never can judge anybody just by 

 looks. It always makes me provoked to hear 

 Brownie called the Brown Thrush. There isn't a 

 drop of Thrush blood in him. But you haven't 

 answered my question yet, Peter Rabbit. I want 

 to know if he has got here yet." 



"Yes," said Peter. "I saw him only yesterday 

 on the edge of the Old Pasture. He was fussing 

 around in the bushes and on the ground and jerking 

 that long tail of his up and down and sidewise as if 

 he couldn't decide what to do with it. I've never 

 seen anybody twitch their tail around the way he 

 does." 



Jenny Wren giggled. "That's just like him," 

 said she. " It is because he thrashes his tail around 



