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he reaches a safe harbor he calls back tauntingly 
towhick, towhick, towhee. Tommy thinks he 
says: ‘ Can’t catch, can’t catch m-me! 5 ” 
“ And I’ve no doubt that is exactly his mean¬ 
ing,” Uncle John smiled. “ For, as you have 
said, that is his note of defiance. His call note is 
a happy little cry of towhee , towhee , which leads 
to his name of towhee bunting. His love song 
is the little trill you have just heard, ' Fiddle- 
iddle-iddle, Dick-fiddle-iddle-iddle! 9 99 Uncle 
John imitated the notes so cleverly, that at once 
there was an angry little query from the shrub¬ 
bery: “Towhick? TowheeV 3 Evidently Mr. 
Dick-Fiddle feared that a rival had arrived in 
his precincts. But Uncle John forbore to tease 
him. “ Go on back to your lady love, Dick,” he 
advised. “ I’m extra busy.” 
“ But, Uncle John,” detained Max, “ wait a 
minute. How shall I make the acquaintance of 
Mrs. Chewink? I know her spouse well enough: 
he looks much like our friend robin redbreast. 
But he is smaller and darker in color than the 
robin, with black in his coat instead of tawny 
brown.” 
“ Mrs. Chewink is very like her mate,” in¬ 
formed Uncle John, “ save that she is a bit 
smaller and less brightly colored. She builds her 
nest in a hollow on the ground, and then fool¬ 
ishly covers it with twigs and leaves to the peril 
