Spooky nodded solemnly. “I've lived in that hollow summer and winter for three years,” said he.
Peter's eyes opened very wide. “And till now I never even guessed it,” he exclaimed. “Did you raise a family there?”
“I certainly did,” replied Spooky. “Mrs. Spooky and I raised a family of four as fine looking youngsters as you ever have seen. They've gone out into the Great World to make their own living now. Two were dressed just like me and two were gray.”
“What's that?” exclaimed Peter.
“I said that two were dressed just like me and two were gray,” replied Spooky rather sharply.
“That's funny,” Peter exclaimed.
“What's funny?” snapped Spooky rather crossly.
“Why that all four were not dressed alike,” said Peter.
“There's nothing funny about it,” retorted Spooky, and snapped his bill sharply with a little cracking sound. “We Screech Owls believe in variety. Some of us are gray and some of us are reddish-brown. It is a case of where you cannot tell a person just by the color of his clothes.”
Peter nodded as if he quite understood, although he couldn't understand at all. “I'm ever so pleased to find you living here,” said he politely. “You see, in winter the Old Orchard is rather a lonely place. I don't see how you get enough to eat when there are so few birds about.”