snapped.

"I don't hear any strange voice," said she. "The way you are staring,
Peter Rabbit, one would think that you had really heard something new
and worth while."

Just then there were two or three rather sharp, squeaky notes from the
top of one of the trees. "There!" cried Peter. "There! Didn't you hear
that, Jenny Wren?"

"For goodness' sake, Peter Rabbit, you don't mean to say you don't
know whose voice that is," she cried. "That's Rosebreast. He and Mrs.
Rosebreast have been here for quite a little while. I didn't suppose
there was any one who didn't know those sharp, squeaky voices. They
rather get on my nerves. What anybody wants to squeak like that for when
they can sing as Rosebreast can, is more than I can understand."

At that very instant Mr. Wren began to scold as only he and Jenny can.
Peter looked up at Jenny and winked slyly. "And what anybody wants to
scold like that for when they can sing as Mr. Wren can, is too much for
me," retorted Peter. "But you haven't told me who Rosebreast is."

"The Grosbeak, of course, stupid," sputtered Jenny. "If you don't know
Rosebreast the Grosbeak, Peter Rabbit, you certainly must have been
blind and deaf ever since you were born. Listen to that! Just listen to
that song!"

Peter listened. There were many songs, for it was a very beautiful
morning and all the singers of the Old Orchard were pouring out the joy
that was within them. One song was a little louder and clearer than the
others because it came from a tree very close at hand, the very tree
from which those squeaky notes had come just a few minutes before.
Peter suspected that that must be the song Jenny Wren meant. He looked
puzzled. He was puzzled. "Do you mean Welcome Robin's song?" he asked
rather sheepishly, for he had a feeling that he would be the victim of
Jenny Wren's sharp tongue.

"No, I don't mean Welcome Robin's song," snapped Jenny. "What good are
a pair of long ears if they can't tell one song from another? That song
may sound something like Welcome Robin's, but if your ears were good
for anything at all you'd know right away that that isn't Welcome Robin
singing. That's a better song than Welcome Robin's. Welcome Robin's song
is one of good cheer, but this one is of pure happiness. I wouldn't have
a pair of ears like yours for anything in the world, Peter Rabbit."

Peter laughed right out as he tried to picture to himself Jenny Wren
with a pair of long ears like his. "What are you l