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s jumps up in the air, kicks his long heels together, and does a funny little dance of pure joy, for he knows that Winsome Bluebird is the herald of sweet Mistress Spring, and that she is not far behind him. It is

p into it and dream and dream. It always has seemed to Peter that Winsome's coat is one of the loveliest he ever has seen, as indeed it is, and that it is quite right and proper and just as it should be that

d his beautiful coat is the reward which Old Mother Nature has given him. It has been in the family ever

ove Winsome Bluebird, and I know I shall love him more when I have learned more about him. His great-

o one else would, and bravely carried his message of gladness and joy where it was

ell me all about

t. It happened a great while ago when the world was young. Mr. Bluebird was one of the quietest and most modest of all the birds. He wore just a modest gray coat, and no one took any particular notice of him. In fact, he didn't even have a name. He never quarreled with his neighbors. He

ve them to take care of themselves and get along as best they could. Those who were too lazy or too stupid to take care of themselves disappeared, and others took their places

and drove all the birds back to the place they had come from. They made up their minds that they would stay there even if it were crowded. But after a while Old Mother Nature came to tell them that soon Jack Frost would be driven back from that wonderful new land, and sweet Mistress Spring would waken all the sleeping plants and all

lived there all through the time of snow and ice that Mistress Spring is comin

for some of his big, strong neighbors to offer to take the message of gladness up into that frozen land, but when he saw them slip away one

bors Mr. Bluebird was so very small. 'What can such a little fellow as you do

replied Mr. Bluebird modestly. 'If I

o you expect?' aske

the coming of Mistress Spring will be all

get used to the cold. It seemed sometimes as if he certainly would freeze to death. At these times, when he sat shivering and shaking, he would remember that sweet Mistress Spring was not very far behind and that he was her herald. This would give him courage, and he would bravely keep on. Whenever he stopped to rest, he would whistle the news that Mis

d Mother Nature how well her herald had done his work. When he had completed his errand, Mr. Bluebird built a home and was as modest and retiring as ever. He didn't seem to think that he had done anything out of the usual. He simply rejoice

to be the herald once more. Mr. Bluebird said that he would be glad to be the herald if she wished it. Then Old Mother Nature told all the birds how brave Mr. Bluebird was and how faithful and true, and she made all the other birds feel ashamed, especially those bigger and stronger than Mr. Bluebird. Then she said: 'Winsome Bluebird, for that is to be your name from now on, I here

and he whistled his message more joyously than before. And because his whistle brought joy and gladness, and because he was beautiful to see, it came about

ther Frog," said he. "I have always loved Win