148 BIRD-LAND ECHOES. 



meet, and after the little brown bird has disappeared, 

 the exulting tones of his haughty cousin sound very 

 much like, " you' d better, you ' d better, you' d better / " 

 but this bird sings in such a curious way that you 

 can make it say anything, reasonable or absurd, ac- 

 cording to the range of your imagination. The same 

 is partly true of every bird's song, and as I was bid- 

 ding Aunt Peggy good-by, I heard, or thought I did, 

 though the doors were shut, a crested tit saying, 

 " Get you gone ! get you gone / " I took the hint, and 

 went 



