| Show BEDTIME STORY FOR CHILDREN By THORNTON W BURGESS THE SWEET SINGER OF THE DUSK JOLLY round re red Mr lr Sun as just going to bed hed behind the Purple hills lIllIs and the Black Blach Shado s had be- be begun begun gun to creep all through the Green Forest and out across the Green GreenMeadows Meadows s It as the hour of the day clay Peter RabbIt loved best hest He sat on the edge of the Green Grcen Fore Forest t watch watch- watchIng watching Ing for the first little star to twinkle high up in the sky Peter felt at peace all the Great World for It itRas v Ras as the hour of pence peace the hour or of orrest rest for those who had been bus busy t R Li v r t h Lh L fa r r 4 w II Peter Could Barel Barely Make Out the Sweet Singer Sanger Above HIs Head all through the shining da day Most 1 of Peter s feathered friends had settled es for the coming night the thess ss orries and cafes es 0 oer o'er er and forgotten All the tho Great World seemed hushed In the distance olce the Yes per Sparrow was pouring out his ete- ete rung song for It was the hour when hen he he- dearly 10 ed to sing Far back In Inthe Inthe the Green Forest Whip poor will was calling as If his el y life depended on the number of tImes he could SlY say Whip poor will without taking a breath From overhead now no and then came the sharp rather harsh cry of Boomer the NI Nighthawk 1 as he hunted his supper In the aIr nir For I time It seemed as If f these were the only feathered friends still stilla a ale and Peter couldn't help think think- thinkIng thinking Ing that those who Rent ent so early to tobed tobed bed missed the most beautiful hour In Inthe n the whole day Then from a tree just back bach or of hIm there poured forth a song so clear so sweet so wonder wonder- wonderfully wonderfully fully suIted to that peaceful hour that Peter held his breath until It was fin finIshed fished He knew that singer and loved him It was Melody the Wood Thrush Peter hopped 0 oer o'er er to the tree from which the song came It was v as still light enough for him to see cee the sweet sin sin- singer singer ger He sat on a branch near the top his head thrown back and his soft full throat throbbing with ith the flute flute- like lIko notes he was as pouring forth lIe was a little smaller than Welcome RobIn His coat sas as n a beautiful red reddish dish bro n riot not Quite so bright as that I of Bro Bross Bronio nio nie the Thrasher Beneath he heRas Ras as lute with large round black spots l dotting his breast and nd sides lIe Ile was singing It as Ir if he were tr trying ln to put into those beautiful be notes all the jo joy of life Listening to it Peter felt steal 0 oer o'er er him a wonder wonderful wonderful ful feeling of and pm 0 happi happiness ness Not for the world orl he ever eer have Interrupted It t lie 1 he Black Blach Shadows Sha o os s crept far across the Green Meadows Meldo s and it became so dusky In the Green Forest that Peter could barely make out the sheet sm sin singer gel ger abo abote aboe e his head Still Melody sang on and the hush of e grew deeper m as If f all the Great World were vere holding its breath to listen Peter felt sure that some somewhere here near as as a nest and that one thing which made that song ong so beautiful was the love Mel Melody Melody ody was trying tr mg to express to the lit littie tie tle mate sitting on the eggs that nest must contain T W Burgess service lr |
