sometimes tempted to be envious. If I were Mrs. Cardinal I'm
afraid I should be jealous. There she is in the very same tree with him.
Did you ever see such a difference?"

Peter looked eagerly. Instead of the glorious red of Glory, Mrs.
Cardinal wore a very dull dress. Her back was a brownish-gray. Her
throat was a grayish-black. Her breast was a dull buff with a faint
tinge of red. Her wings and tail were tinged with dull red. Altogether
she was very soberly dressed, but a trim, neat looking little person.
But if she wasn't handsomely dressed she could sing. In fact she was
almost as good a singer as her handsome husband.

"I've noticed," said Peter, "that people with fine clothes spend most of
their time thinking about them and are of very little use when it comes
to real work in life."

"Well, you needn't think that of Glory," declared Jenny in her vigorous
way. "He's just as fine as he is handsome. He's a model husband. If they
make their home around here you'll find him doing his full share in the
care of their babies. Sometimes they raise two families. When they do
that, Glory takes charge of the first lot of youngsters as soon as they
are able to leave the nest so that Mrs. Cardinal has nothing to worry
about while she is sitting on the second lot of eggs. He fusses over
them as if they were the only children in the world. Everybody loves
Glory. Excuse me, Peter, I'm going over to find out if they are really
going to stay."

When Jenny returned she was so excited she couldn't keep still a minute.
"They like here, Peter!" she cried. "They like here so much that if they
can find a place to suit them for a nest they're going to stay. I told
them that it is the very best place in the world. They like an evergreen
tree to build in, and I think they've got their eyes on those evergreens
up near Farmer Brown's house. My, they will add a lot to the quality of
this neighborhood."

Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal whistled and sang as if their hearts were bursting
with joy, and Peter sat around listening as if he had nothing else
in the world to do. Probably he would have sat there the rest of the
morning had he not caught sight of an old friend of whom he is very
fond, Kitty the Catbird. In contrast with Glory, Kitty seemed a regular
little Quaker, for he was dressed almost wholly in gray, a rather dark,
slaty-gray. The top of his head and tail were black, and right at the
base of his tail was a patch of chestnut color. He was