Haven't you watched them long enough to think it out ?" "Y-e-s, I believe I have," said Dodo slowly.

"I see a dear little bird about as big as a Chippy Sparrow, only fatter, and he is nice soft gray on top, about the color of my chinchilla muff.

He has a black cap on his head, that comes down behind where his ears ought to be, fastened with a wide black strap across his throat, and his face is a very clean white, and his breast, too.

That is, it is white in the middle, but the sides and below are a warmer color--sort of rusty white.

And that's all, except that he's as fidgety as ever he can be," ended Dodo, quite out of breath with her haste to tell all she could before the bird flew away.
"Do you think you will remember the Chickadee, while he is in the deep woods nesting this summer, so that you will know him again in the autumn ?" Dodo and Nat said they were quite sure they would, but Rap said: "I've known him ever so long, only the miller called him a 'black-capped titmouse.' Isn't he a relation of the Nuthatch, Doctor ?" "Yes, a second cousin, and Black-capped Titmouse is one of his right names.