ARRIVAL OF THE ADELIE PENGUINS 
HE sun had been shining 
warm for days. The snow 
had melted and run away 
down the streets in little 
rivers, and the town was dry 
and comfortable again. 
Mannie was very happy and well-fed in his 
home. He was looking dreamily off toward the 
dark blue sea when he heard strange voices, 
many, many of them just down the street a 
short distance. They were coming closer and 
closer. Soon there appeared hundreds and hun¬ 
dreds of short, squatty fellows, not nearly as 
large as Emperor Penguin and his town’s folks. 
Had Mannie been but a real man he might have 
imagined them as wearing wooden shoes and 
smoking long-stemmed pipes. Then, too, he 
might have seen them carrying strange, foreign 
looking bags and bundles, and the women with 
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