Voices of the Dusk 



Meadows and it became so dusky in the Green 

 Forest that Peter could barely make out the sweet 

 singer above his head. Still Melody sang on and 

 the hush of eventide grew deeper, as if all the Great 

 World were holding its breath to listen. It was not 

 until several little stars had begun to twinkle high 

 up in the sky that Melody stopped singing and 

 sought the safety of his hidden perch for the night. 

 Peter felt sure that somewhere near was a nest 

 and that one thing which had made that song so 

 beautiful was the love Melody had been trying to 

 express to the little mate sitting on the eggs that 

 nest must contain. "I'll just run over here early 

 in the morning," thought Peter. 



Now Peter is a great hand to stay out all night, 

 and that is just what he did that night. Just before 

 it was time for jolly, round, red Mr. Sun to kick off 

 his rosy blankets and begin his daily climb up in 

 the blue, blue sky, Peter started for home in the 

 dear Old Briar-patch. Everywhere in the Green 

 Forest, in the Old Orchard, on the Green Meadows, 

 his feathered friends were awakening. He had 

 quite forgotten his intention to visit Melody and 

 was reminded of it only when again he heard those 

 beautiful flute-like notes. At once he scampered 

 over to where he had spent such a peaceful hour 

 the evening before. Melody saw him at once and 

 dropped down on the ground for a little gossip 

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