LITTLE MISS SNOW BUNTING 
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mie Specks’ head, and not nearly so tall as 
Miss Swan’s boot, but she was such a chic 
little body, and held herself in such a ladylike 
poise that the other Bird children could not 
help but open their mouths and stare. 
“Who are you?’’ asked Miss Swan at last. 
“I’m Little Miss Snow Bunting,’’ replied 
the other very politely. 
“What can you do to be cheerful?’’ asked 
Tommie. “Can you turn handsprings or play 
submarine or can you trumpet?’’ 
“I can do none of those things,’’ said Miss 
Snow Bunting. I have no bathing suit and I 
am not large enough to trumpet, but I can 
sing.’’ At this she sang them a shrill cheerful 
little song about the snow in the cold winter 
time. 
“Don’t sing so loudly, please,” said Miss 
Swan. 
“Well, why not?” asked Miss Snow Bunt¬ 
ing. 
“Someone might come along and want to 
catch you.” 
