Plenty of them are more brightly colored than your Canary, and some of those that wear the plainest feathers sing more beautifully than all the Canaries and cage birds in the world.

This summer, when you have made friends with these wild birds, and they have let you see their homes and learn their secrets, you will make up your mind that there are no _common birds_; for every one of them has something very uncommon about it,' "Then our brother B.Oriole began to sing in the sugar maple over the shed.

The sun was shining on his gay coat; the little girl pointed to him and whispered, 'Hush, Nat! you see Olive is right; please empty the stones out of your pocket.'" The Chimney Swift had hardly finished his story when there was another excitement.
"News, more news!" called the Bank Swallow joyfully.

He had been taking a skim over the meadows and orchard.

"These House People do _not_ keep cats!" "They may not have any now, but that doesn't prove they never will," said a Robin crossly.