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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
she wasn’t going to become lost. Her mother 
and her two little brothers were going with 
her to the concert, to hear Signor Puffin, a 
cousin of Little Miss Puffin, sing, assisted by 
all the choirs of Puffin folk on Happy Island. 
And there were many, many choirs of them, 
too. 
“Come on,*’’ called Mrs. Laughing Loon, 
giving her splendid polka dot silk bathing suit 
a pat here and there. We perhaps think 
it strange that people should attend a concert 
in bathing suits, but a bathing suit is quite 
the proper costume for the bird folks on 
Happy Island. 
Such a concert as that was! The singers 
didn’t just gather on a platform, as we do 
at our concerts. Some of them did, to be 
sure, gather on the cliffs of Happy island, 
but that was only a part of the chorus. A 
great, great many more were floating out on 
the blue sea, and still others were flying con¬ 
stantly about in the air. The words of the 
chorus, you see, were all about how the 
earth, the sky and sea all belonged to the 
