“Dusty cloak fastened across the front.”
“White satin breast.”
“Roger—the Eaves Swallow?”
“White on its forehead and all over mixed colours.”
“And the Purple Martin? Who knows it?”
“It’s the biggest of all and doesn’t fly quite so sudden. I’ve seen ’em up at Grandpa Miles’s in New York State,” said little Clary Hinks, and then blushing because she had dared to speak.
“Next week in the playroom!” said Gray Lady, smiling over her shoulder at them as they filed out the door to the time beaten by Tommy’s drum.
IX
TWO BIRDS THAT CAME BACK
(Birdland, September 27th.)