More Folks in Red 



that was something no Sparrow of Peter's acquaint- 

 ance possesses. 



\ Then the lively little stranger turned to face 

 Peter and a pair of bright eyes twinkled mischiev- 

 ously. "Well," said he, "how do you like my 

 appearance? Anything wrong with me? I was 

 taught that it is very impolite to stare at any one. 

 I guess your mother forgot to teach you manners. " 



Peter paid no attention to what was said but 

 continued to stare. "My, how pretty you are!" 

 he exclaimed. 



The little stranger was pretty. His breast was 

 pink. Below this he was white. The middle of his 

 throat was black and his sides were streaked with 

 reddish -brown. He looked pleased at Peter's 

 exclamation. 



"I'm glad you think I'm pretty," said he. "I 

 like pink myself. I like it very much indeed. I 

 suppose you've already seen my friends, Snipper 

 the Crossbill and Piny the Grosbeak. " 



Peter promptly bobbed his head. "I've just 

 come from making their acquaintance," said he. 

 "By the way you speak, I presume you also are 

 from the Far North. I am just beginning to learn 

 that there are more folks who make their homes 

 in the Far North than I had dreamed of. If you 

 please, I don't believe I know you at all. " 



"I'm Redpoll," was the prompt response. "I 

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