THE SHORT-EARED OWL.
“I think,” said Bobbie, looking over the present number of Birds, “that the Owl, instead of the Red-eyed Vireo, ought to be called ‘The Preacher.’”
“Why?” said his mamma, always pleased at her boy’s fancy.
“Because the Owl looks so wise—and—solemn!” said Bobby.
Mamma laughed.
“He does look solemn,” she agreed, “but about his wisdom I am not so certain. Turn to the text and let us see what he does say about himself.”
“Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!”