e the nest.

"Gracious!" said Peter. "They must get terribly tossed about when the
wind blows. I should think their babies would be thrown out."

"Don't you worry about them," said a voice.

Peter looked up to find Welcome Robin just over him. "Mrs. Goldy makes
one of the most wonderful nests I know of," continued Welcome Robin. "It
is like a deep pocket made of grass, string, hair and bark, all woven
together like a piece of cloth. It is so deep that it is quite safe for
the babies, and they seem to enjoy being rocked by the wind. I shouldn't
care for it myself because I like a solid foundation for my home, but
the Goldies like it. It looks dangerous but it really is one of the
safest nests I know of. Snakes and cats never get 'way up there and
there are few feathered nest-robbers who can get at those eggs so deep
down in the nest. Goldy is sometimes called Golden Robin. He isn't a
Robin at all, but I would feel very proud if he were a member of my
family. He's just as useful as he is handsome, and that's saying a great
deal. He just dotes on caterpillars. There's Mrs. Robin calling me.
Good-by, Peter."

With this Welcome Robin flew away and Peter once more settled himself to
think over all he had learned.

CHAPTER XIII. More of the Blackbird Family.

Peter Rabbit was dozing. Yes, sir, Peter was dozing. He didn't mean to
doze, but whenever Peter sits still for a long time and tries to think,
he is pretty sure to go to sleep. By and by he wakened with a start. At
first he didn't know what had wakened him, but as he sat there blinking
his eyes, he heard a few rich notes from the top of the nearest
apple-tree. "It's Goldy the Oriole," thought Peter, and peeped out to
see.

But though he looked and looked he couldn't see Goldy anywhere, but he
did see a stranger. It was some one of about Goldy's size and shape. In
fact he was so like Goldy, but for the color of his suit, that at first
Peter almost thought Goldy had somehow changed his clothes. Of course he
knew that this couldn't be, but it seemed as if it must be, for the
song the stranger was singing was something like that of Goldy. The
stranger's head and throat and back were black, just like Goldy's, and
his wings were trimmed with white in just the same way. But the rest
of his suit, instead of being the beautiful orange of which Goldy is so
proud, was a beautiful chestnut color.

Peter blinked and stared very hard. "Now who can this be?" said he,
speak