he leaves. "Yes,"
said he. "She did just that, the lazy good-for-nothing creature! But
it didn't do her a bit of good, not a bit. That egg never hatched. We
fooled her and that's what we'll do again if she repeats that trick this
year."

"What did you do, throw that egg out?" asked Peter.

"No," replied Sunshine. "Our nest was too deep for us to get that egg
out. We just made a second bottom in our nest right over that egg and
built the sides of the nest a little higher. Then we took good care that
she didn't have a chance to lay another egg in there."

"Then you had a regular two-story nest, didn't you?" cried Peter,
opening his eyes very wide.

Sunshine nodded. "Yes, sir," said he, "and it was a mighty fine nest, if
I do say it. If there's anything Mrs. Sunshine and I pride ourselves on
it is our nest. There are no babies who have a softer, cozier home than
ours."

"What do you make your nest of?" asked Peter.

"Fine grasses and soft fibers from plants, some hair when we can find
it, and a few feathers. But we always use a lot of that nice soft
fern-cotton. There is nothing softer or nicer that I know of."

All the time Peter had been admiring Sunshine and thinking how
wonderfully well he was named. At first glance he seemed to be all
yellow, as if somehow he had managed to catch and hold the sunshine in
his feathers. There wasn't a white feather on him. When he came very
close Peter could see that on his breast and underneath were little
streaks of reddish brown and his wings and tail were a little blackish.
Otherwise he was all yellow.

Presently he was joined by Mrs. Sunshine. She was not such a bright
yellow as was Sunshine, having an olive-green tint on her back. But
underneath she was almost clear yellow without the reddish-brown
streaks. She too was glad to see Peter but couldn't stop to gossip,
for already, as she informed Sunshine, she had found just the place for
their nest. Of course Peter begged to be told where it was. But the two
little folks in yellow snapped their bright eyes at him and told him
that that was their secret and they didn't propose to tell a living
soul.

Perhaps if Peter had not been so curious and eager to get acquainted
with other members of the Warbler family he would have stayed and done
a little spying. As it was, he promised himself to come back to look for
that nest after it had been built; then he scurried back among the
trees of the Old Orchard to look for other frie