The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



would hop out again, and Mr. Wren would take her 

 place with a spider or a fly and then hurry away for 

 something more. 



Peter tried to keep count of the number of times 

 they came and went but soon gave it up as a bad 

 job. He began to wonder where all the worms and 

 bugs and spiders came from, and gradually he came 

 to have a great deal of respect for eyes sharp enough 

 to find them so quickly. Needless to say Jenny 

 was shorter-tempered than ever. She had no time 

 to gossip and said so most emphatically. So at 

 last Peter gave up the idea of trying to find out 

 from her certain things he wanted to know, and 

 hopped off to look for some one who was less busy. 

 He had gone but a short distance when his atten- 

 tion was caught by a song so sweet and so full of 

 little trills that he first stopped to listen, then 

 went to look for the singer. 



It didn't take long to find him, for he was sitting 

 on the very tiptop of a fir-tree in Farmer Brown's 

 yard. Peter didn't dare go over there, for 

 already it was broad daylight, and he had about 

 made up his mind that he would have to content 

 himself with just listening to that sweet singer 

 when the latter flew over in the Old Orchard and 

 alighted just over Peter's head. " Hello, Peter!" 

 he cried. 



"Hello, Linnet!" cried Peter. "I was wonder- 

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