nds there were who would stay the year through. Sammy Jay
was one. Downy and Hairy the Woodpeckers were others. And one there was
whom Peter loves dearly. It was Tommy Tit the Chickadee.

Now Tommy Tit had not gone north in the spring. In fact, he had made
his home not very far from the Old Orchard. It just happened that Peter
hadn't found that home, and had caught only one or two glimpses of Tommy
Tit. Now, with household cares ended and his good-sized family properly
started in life, Tommy Tit was no longer interested in the snug little
home he had built in a hollow birch-stub, and he and Mrs. Chickadee
spent their time flitting about hither, thither, and yon, spreading good
cheer. Every time Peter visited the Old Orchard he found him there, and
as Tommy was always ready for a bit of merry gossip, Peter soon ceased
to miss Jenny Wren.

"Don't you dread the winter, Tommy Tit?" asked Peter one day, as he
watched Tommy clinging head down to a twig as he picked some tiny insect
eggs from the under side.

"Not a bit," replied Tommy. "I like winter. I like cold weather. It
makes a fellow feel good from the tips of his claws to the tip of his
bill. I'm thankful I don't have to take that long journey most of the
birds have to. I discovered a secret a long time ago, Peter; shall I
tell it to you?"

"Please, Tommy," cried Peter. "You know how I love secrets."

"Well," replied Tommy Tit, "this is it: If a fellow keeps his stomach
filled he will beep his toes warm."

Peter looked a little puzzled. "I--I--don't just see what your stomach
has to do with your toes," said he.

Tommy Tit chuckled. It was a lovely throaty little chuckle. "Dee, dee,
dee!" said he. "What I mean is, if a fellow has plenty to eat he will
keep the cold out, and I've found that if a fellow uses his eyes and
isn't afraid of a little work, he can find plenty to eat. At least
I can. The only time I ever get really worried is when the trees are
covered with ice. If it were not that Farmer Brown's boy is thoughtful
enough to hang a piece of suet in a tree for me, I should dread those
ice storms more than I do. As I said before, plenty of food keeps a
fellow warm."

"I thought it was your coat of feathers that kept you warm," said Peter.

"Oh, the feathers help," replied Tommy Tit. "Food makes heat and a warm
coat keeps the heat in the body. But the heat has got to be there first,
or the feathers will do no good. It's just the same way with your own
sel