her. I must say for the Redeyes that they are mighty good
nest builders. Have you seen their nest over in that maple-tree, Peter?"

Peter shook his head.

"I don't dare go over there except very early in the morning before
Farmer Brown's folks are awake," said he, "so I haven't had much chance
to look for it."

"You probably couldn't see it, anyway," declared Jenny Wren. "They have
placed it rather high up from the ground and those leaves are so thick
that they hide it. It's a regular little basket fastened in a fork near
the end of a branch and it is woven almost as nicely as is the nest of
Goldy the Oriole. How anybody has the patience to weave a nest like that
is beyond me."

"What's it made of?" asked Peter.

"Strips of bark, plant down, spider's web, grass, and pieces of paper!"
replied Jenny. "That's a funny thing about Redeye; he dearly loves a
piece of paper in his nest. What for, I can't imagine. He's as fussy
about having a scrap of paper as Cresty the Flycatcher is about having a
piece of Snakeskin. I had just a peep into that nest a few days ago and
unless I am greatly mistaken Sally Sly the Cowbird has managed to impose
on the Redeyes. I am certain I saw one of her eggs in that nest."

A few mornings after this talk with Jenny Wren about Redeye the Vireo
Peter once more visited the Old Orchard. No sooner did he come in sight
than Jenny Wren's tongue began to fly. "What did I tell you, Peter
Rabbit? What did I tell you? I knew it was so, and it is!" cried Jenny.

"What is so?" asked Peter rather testily, for he hadn't the least idea
what Jenny Wren was talking about.

"Sally Sly DID lay an egg in Redeye's nest, and now it has hatched and
I don't know whatever is to become of Redeye's own children. It's
perfectly scandalous! That's what it is, perfectly scandalous!" cried
Jenny, and hopped about and jerked her tail and worked herself into a
small brown fury.

"The Redeyes are working themselves to feathers and bone feeding that
ugly young Cowbird while their own babies aren't getting half enough to
eat," continued Jenny. "One of them has died already. He was kicked out
of the nest by that young brute."

"How dreadful!" cried Peter. "If he does things like that I should think
the Redeyes would throw HIM out of the nest."

"They're too soft-hearted," declared Jenny. "I can tell you I wouldn't
be so soft-hearted if I were in their place. No, sir-ee, I wouldn't! But
they say it isn't his fault that h