. The story of hedgerow and pond . etimes, alittle ball of feathers lying on the groundstill and cold and stiff, where some littlebird had perished with cold and hunger,he would fly down, not to cover it overwith leaves and bury it—oh, no ! butto eat it. 244 The Adventures of Tommy Titmouse But at last the winter passed. Itseems sometimes that the cold winter-time is very, very long, and will neverpass away. But it always does, if youonly have patience. In fact, it doeswhether you have patience or not, onlywithout the patience the winter seemstwice as long as it would the grubs
. The story of hedgerow and pond . etimes, alittle ball of feathers lying on the groundstill and cold and stiff, where some littlebird had perished with cold and hunger,he would fly down, not to cover it overwith leaves and bury it—oh, no ! butto eat it. 244 The Adventures of Tommy Titmouse But at last the winter passed. Itseems sometimes that the cold winter-time is very, very long, and will neverpass away. But it always does, if youonly have patience. In fact, it doeswhether you have patience or not, onlywithout the patience the winter seemstwice as long as it would the grubs began to be plentiful,and the hedges to be covered witha thin foliage of tender green leaves,slowly unrolling and getting thicker andbigger, and the little insects began tocome out of the eggs—those at least thathad not been found out by those sharpeyes of his and other birds which hadbeen hunting up and down for Wren and Peggy Wagtail, forinstance, were as clever at finding themas he was. And the sun began to be245.
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