. The story of hedgerow and pond . was quite handsome, eyes were just like little blackbeads—only they were living beads, youknow, and sparkling with fun andmischief and the delight of being thought the world was a very fine236 The Adventures of Tommy Titmouse place, and that he himself was a veryfine bird. And so he was. And whyshouldnt he have a jolly fine time ? He had a very bright yellow waist-coat, a greeny-blue back, blue wings,and a blue tail, and the top of his headwas also bright blue. He had a blackstripe between the eyes, and his cheekswere white, a lovely silky wh
. The story of hedgerow and pond . was quite handsome, eyes were just like little blackbeads—only they were living beads, youknow, and sparkling with fun andmischief and the delight of being thought the world was a very fine236 The Adventures of Tommy Titmouse place, and that he himself was a veryfine bird. And so he was. And whyshouldnt he have a jolly fine time ? He had a very bright yellow waist-coat, a greeny-blue back, blue wings,and a blue tail, and the top of his headwas also bright blue. He had a blackstripe between the eyes, and his cheekswere white, a lovely silky white, and hehad a little black bib under his chin. Sothat he was quite right in being pleasedwith himself. Even his feet and toeswere blue—not so bright as his feathers,but a dull blue lead-colour. And hedidnt care a bit whether he stood up-right on his feet, or hung by his toeshead-downwards swinging at the end ofa branch. It was all the same to sharp eyes, as he hopped about thetrees and bushes and hedges, spied out. The Adventures of Tommy Titmouse all sorts of good things to eat. Littlegreen caterpillars, you know, and tinyearwiggy things, and spiders, and eggsof insects, and little grubs, very fat andjuicy. And they could hide themselvesin all sorts of curious out-of-the-wayplaces, under the bark of trees, androlled up in leaves, and inside blossomsand fruit; but he could generally tellthere was something there good to eat,and his sharp-pointed beak would give apeck or two, and there was his breakfastor dinner all ready to eat without havingto be cooked. And so he hopped about, and when hewas tired of one place all he had to dowas to open his wings and fly off in anydirection he liked, which is a very niceway of seeing the world—much betterthan having to walk. And though the238
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