n as he hammers the trees, and if he
spies a supply of seeds he will let us know at once. Snow Bunting is
only a visitor, so I don't expect him to help, but I wanted him to hear
my plan with the rest of you. Now you _will_ try, won't you, _every
one_?"

"Cheerup, cheerup, ter-ra-lee! Indeed we'll try; let's begin right away!
Don't wait until to-morrow; who'll go and find Thistle?"

"I will," chirped Robin Rusty-breast, and off he flew to the place which
Mrs. Chickadee had told of, at the other side of the wood. There, sure
enough, he found Thistle Goldfinch sighing: "Dear-ie me! dear-ie me! The
winter is so cold and I'm here all alone!" "Cheerup, chee-chee!" piped
the Robin:

"Cheerup, cheerup, I'm here!
I'm here and I mean to stay.
What if the winter is drear--
Cheerup, cheerup anyway!"

"But the snow is so deep," said Thistle, and the Robin replied:

"Soon the snows'll be over and gone,
Run and rippled away;
What's the use of looking forlorn?
Cheerup, cheerup, I say!"

Then he told Thistle all their plans, and wasn't Thistle surprised? Why,
he just couldn't believe a word of it till they reached Mrs. Chickadee's
and she said it was all true. They fed him and warmed him, then settled
themselves for a good night's rest.

Christmas morning they were chirping gaily, and Thistle was trying to
remember the happy song he sang in the summer time, when there came a
whirr of wings as Snow Bunting flew down.

"Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee," said he, "can you fly a little
way?"

"Oh, yes," replied Thistle. "I _think_ I could fly a _long_ way."

"Come on, then," said Snow Bunting. "Every one who wants a Christmas
dinner, follow me!" That was every word he would say, so what could they
do but follow?

Soon they came to the edge of the wood, and then to a farmhouse. Snow
Bunting flew straight up to the piazza, and there stood a dear little
girl in a warm hood and cloak, with a pail of bird-seed on her arm, and
a dish of bread crumbs in her hand. As they flew down, she said:

"And here are some more birdies who have come for a Christmas dinner. Of
course you shall have some, you dear little things!" and she laughed
merrily to see them dive for the crumbs.

After they had finished eating, Elsie (that was the little girl's name)
said: "Now, little birds, it is going to be a cold winter, you would
better come here every