| Show BEDTIME STORY FOR CHILDREN CI By THORNTON W W. BURGESS THE SWEET SINGER OF THE DUSK JOLLY round red Mr Ir Sun SUD was Wal just going to bed behind the Purple Hills and the Black mack Shadows had begun begun be be- gun cun to creep all through the th Green Forest and out across the Green GreenMeadows Meadows It was Wal the hour of the day Peter Rabbit loved best lie He sat on the edge of the Green Forest orest watchIng watchIng watch watch- Ing for the first fiut little star to twinkle high up In the sky Peter reter felt at peace with all the Great World for It was the hour of peace the hour of rest for those who had been busy t di dia i a a aA A- A Y f ti s Peter Could Barely Make Out the Sweet Singer Above His Hla Head Hud all through through- the shining day Most of Peters Peter's feathered friends had settled themselves for the coming night the worries and cares over o and forgotten All the Great World seemed hushed In the distance the Vesper Vesper Ves Ves- per Sparrow was pouring out his evening evening evening eve eve- ning song for It was the hour when he dearly loved to sing Far back In Inthe Inthe Inthe the Green Forest will Whip was Wal calling as If his very cry life depended on the number of times he could say will Whip without taking a breath From overhead now and then came the sharp rather harsh cry of Boomer Doomer the NIghthawk as he hunted his bill supper in the air For a time It seemed as If these were the only feathered friends still awake and Peter reter couldn't help thinkIng thinking think think- ing lag that those who went so early to tobed tobed tobed bed missed the most beautiful hour In Inthe Inthe inthe the whole day Then from a tree Just back of him there forth a song so clear so sweet so 10 wonderfully wonderfully wonder wonder- fully suited to that peaceful hour that Peter held his breath until It was fin- fin He lie knew that singer and loved him It was Melody the Wood Thrush Peter reter hopped over to the tree from which the song came It was still light enough for him to see the sweet singer sin sin- ger lie He sat on a branch near the top his hili head thrown back and his soft loft full throat throbbing with the flute fluto- like notes he was pouring forth He Ill was a little smaller than Welcome Robin Ills coat was a beautiful red red- dish brown not quite so bright as that of Brownie the Thrasher Beneath he was white with large round black spots thickly dotting his breast and sides He lie W was II singing it as al If he were trying to put Into those beautiful notes all nil tile the joy of life me Listening to It Peter retEr felt steal over Mm him a wonderful wonder wonder- ful tul feeling of pence and pure happi happl ness Not for the world would he hee e ever er er have Interrupted It The Black mack Shadows crept far across the Green Meadows and It became so dusky In the Green Forest that Peter reter could barely make out tile the sweet singer singer sin sin- ger above e his head bend Still Melody sang on and the hush of eventide e grew deeper as If It all nil the Great Grat World were holding Its breath th to listen Peter felt sure that somewhere near was a nest and that one olle thing which made that song so beautiful was the love Melody Melody Melody Mel Mel- ody was trying to express to the little little lit lit- tle mate sitting on the eggs that nest must contain C. C T. T W W. |
