CHAPTER XXXIII 



A ROYAL DRESSER AND A LATE NESTER 



JENNY and Mr. Wren were busy. If there were 

 any busier little folks anywhere Peter Rabbit 

 couldn't imagine who they could be. You see, 

 everyone of those seven eggs in the Wren nest 

 had hatched, and seven mouths are a lot to feed, 

 especially when every morsel of food must be 

 hunted for and carried from a distance. There was 

 little time for gossip now. Just as soon as it was 

 light enough to see Jenny and Mr. Wren began 

 feeding those always hungry babies, and they kept 

 at it with hardly time for an occasional mouthful 

 themselves, until the Black Shadows came creeping 

 out from the Purple Hills. Wren babies, like all 

 other bird babies, grow very fast, and that means 

 that each one of them must have a great deal of 

 food every day. Each one of them often ate its 

 own weight in food in a day and all their food had to 

 be hunted for and when found carried back and 

 put into the gaping little mouths. Hardly would 

 Jenny Wren disappear in the little round doorway 

 of her home with a caterpillar in her bill than she 

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