Without any clothes like mine," said she,
"Although it is sunshiny weather!"
"A nice little girl is that," piped he,
"But, oh, how cold she must be! For, see,
She hasn't a single feather!"
So each shivered to think of the other poor thing,
"Although it is sunshiny weather!"
—M. M. Dodge.
HOW THE WOODPECKER KNOWS.
How does he know where to dig his hole,