efore. What can I do for you?" All the time Fidget
was hopping and flitting about, never still an instant.

"You can tell me where your nest is," replied Peter promptly.

"I can, but I won't," retorted Fidget. "Now honestly, Peter, do you
think you have any business to ask such a question?"

Peter hung his head and then replied quite honestly, "No I don't,
Fidget. But you see Sprite told me that you had a nest not very far from
his and I've looked at bunches of moss until I've got a crick in the
back of my neck."

"Bunches of moss!" exclaimed Fidget. "What under the sun do you think I
have to do with bunches of moss?"

"Why--why--I just thought you probably had your nest in one, the same as
your cousin Sprite."

Fidget laughed right out. "I'm afraid you would have a worse crick in
the back of your neck than you've got now before ever you found my nest
in a bunch of moss," said he. "Moss may suit my cousin Sprite, but it
doesn't suit me at all. Besides, I don't like those dark places where
the moss grows on the trees. I build my nest of twigs and grass and
weed-stalks and I line it with hair and rootlets and feathers. Sometimes
I bind it together with spider silk, and if you really want to know, I
like a little hemlock-tree to put it in. It isn't very far from here,
but where it is I'm not going to tell you. Have you seen my cousin,
Weechi?"

"No," replied Peter. "Is he anywhere around here?"

"Right here," replied another voice and Weechi the Magnolia Warbler
dropped down on the ground for just a second right in front of Peter.

The top of his head and the back of his neck were gray. Above his eye
was a white stripe and his cheeks were black. His throat was clear
yellow, just below which was a black band. From this black streaks ran
down across his yellow breast. At the root of his tail he was yellow.
His tail was mostly black on top and white underneath.

His wings were black and gray with two white bars. He was a little
smaller than Fidget the Myrtle Warbler and quite as restless.

Peter fairly itched to ask Weechi where his nest was, but by this time
he had learned a lesson, so wisely kept his tongue still.

"What were you fellows talking about?" asked Weechi.

"Nests," replied Fidget. "I've just been telling Peter that while Cousin
Sprite may like to build in that hanging moss down there, it wouldn't
suit me at all."

"Nor me either," declared Weechi promptly. "I prefer to build a real
nest just as