"He looks like a Swallow," protested Johnny Chuck.

"He doesn"t either. You just think he does because he happens to spend most of his time in the air the way we Swallows do," sputtered Skimmer.

"The Swallow family never would admit such a homely looking fellow as he is as a member.

"Tut, tut, tut, tut! I do believe Skimmer is jealous," cried Jenny Wren, who had happened along just in time to hear Skimmer"s last remarks.

"Nothing of the sort," declared Skimmer, growing still more indignant.



"I"d like to know what there is about Sooty the Chimney Swift that could possibly make a Swallow jealous."

Jenny Wren c.o.c.ked her tail up in that saucy way of hers and winked at Johnny Chuck. "The way he can fly," said she softly.

"The way he can fly!" sputtered Skimmer, "The way he can fly! Why, there never was a day in his life that he could fly like a Swallow. There isn"t any one more graceful on the wing than I am, if I do say so. And there isn"t any one more ungraceful than Sooty."

Just then there was a shrill chatter overhead and all looked up to see Sooty the Chimney Swift racing through the sky as if having the very best time in the world. His wings would beat furiously and then he would glide very much as you or I would on skates. It was quite true that he wasn"t graceful. But he could twist and turn and cut up all sorts of antics, such as Skimmer never dreamed of doing.

"He can use first one wing and then the other, while you have to use both wings at once," persisted Jenny Wren. "You couldn"t, to save your life, go straight down into a chimney, and you know it, Skimmer. He can do things with his wings which you can"t do, nor any other bird."

"That may be true, but just the same I"m not the least teeny weeny bit jealous of him," said Skimmer, and darted away to get beyond the reach of Jenny"s sharp tongue.

"Is it really true that he and Sooty are not related?" asked Johnny Chuck, as they watched Skimmer cutting airy circles high up in the slay.

Jenny nodded. "It"s quite true, Johnny," said site. "Sooty belongs to another family altogether. He"s a funny fellow. Did you ever in your life see such narrow wings? And his tail is hardly worth calling a tail."

Johnny Chuck laughed. "Way up there in the air he looks almost alike at both ends," said he. "Is he all black?"

"He isn"t black at all," declared Jenny. "He is sooty-brown, rather grayish on the throat and breast. Speaking of that tail of his, the feathers end in little, sharp, stiff points. He uses them in the same way that Downy the Woodp.e.c.k.e.r uses his tail feathers when he braces himself with them on the trunk of a tree."

"But I"ve never seen Sooty on the trunk of a tree," protested Johnny Chuck. "In fact, I"ve never seen him anywhere but in the air."

"And you never will," snapped Jenny. "The only place he ever alights is inside a chimney or inside a hollow tree. There he clings to the side just as Downy the Woodp.e.c.k.e.r clings to the trunk of a tree."

Johnny looked as if he didn"t quite believe this. "If that"s the case where does he nest?" he demanded. "And where does he sleep?"

"In a chimney, stupid. In a chimney, of course," retorted Jenny Wren.

"He fastens his nest right to the inside of a chimney. He makes a regular little basket of twigs and fastens it to the side of the chimney."

"Are you trying to stuff me with nonsense?" asked Johnny Chuck indignantly. "How can he fasten his nest to the side of a chimney unless there"s a little shelf to put it on? And if he never alights, how does he get the little sticks to make a nest of? I"d just like to know how you expect me to believe any such story as that."

Jenny Wren"s sharp little eyes snapped. "If you half used your eyes you wouldn"t have to ask me how he gets those little sticks," she sputtered.

"If you had watched him when he was flying close to the tree tops you would have seen him clutch little dead twigs in his claws and snap them off without stopping. That"s the way he gets his little sticks, Mr.

Smarty, He fastens them together with a sticky substance he has in his mouth, and he fastens the nest to the side of the chimney in the same way. You can believe it or not, but it"s so."

"I believe it, Jenny, I believe it," replied Johnny Chuck very humbly.

"If you please, Jenny, does Sooty get all his food in the air too?"

"Of course," replied Jenny tartly. "He eats nothing but insects, and he catches them flying. Now I must get back to my duties at home."

"Just tell me one more thing," cried Johnny Chuck hastily. "Hasn"t Sooty any near relatives as most birds have?"

"He hasn"t any one nearer than some sort of second cousins, Boomer the Nighthawk, Whippoorwill, and Hummer the Hummingbird."

"What?" cried Johnny Chuck, quite as if he couldn"t believe he had heard aright. "Did you say Hummer the Hummingbird?" But he got no reply, for Jenny Wren was already beyond hearing.

CHAPTER XVI. A Robber in the Old Orchard.

"I don"t believe it," muttered Johnny Chuck out loud. "I don"t believe Jenny Wren knows what she"s talking about."

"What is it Jenny Wren has said that you don"t believe?" demanded Skimmer the Tree Swallow, as he once more settled himself in his doorway.

"She said that Hummer the Hummingbird is a sort of second cousin to Sooty the Chimney Swift," replied Johnny Chuck.

"Well, it"s so, if you don"t believe it," declared Skimmer. "I don"t see that that is any harder to believe than that you are cousin to Striped Chipmunk and Nappy Jack the Gray Squirrel. To look at you no one would ever think you are a member of the Squirrel family, but you must admit that you are."

Johnny Chuck nodded his head thoughtfully. "Yes," said he, "I am, even if I don"t look it. This is a funny world, isn"t it? You can"t always tell by a person"s looks who he may be related to. Now that I"ve found out that Sooty isn"t related to you and is related to Hummer, I"ll never dare guess again about anybody"s relatives. I always supposed Twitter the Martin to be a relative of yours, but now that I"ve learned that Sooty isn"t, I suspect that Twitter isn"t either."

"Oh, yes, he is," replied Skimmer promptly. "He"s the largest of the Swallow family, and we all feel very proud of him. Everybody loves him."

"Is he as black as he looks, flying round up in the air?" asked Johnny Chuck. "He never comes down here as you do where a fellow can get a good look at him."

"Yes," replied Skimmer, "he dresses all in black, but it is a beautiful blue-black, and when the sun shines on his back it seems to be almost purple. That is why some folks call him the Purple Martin. He is one of the most social fellows I know of. I like a home by myself, such as I"ve got here, but Twitter loves company. He likes to live in an apartment house with a lot of his own kind. That is why he always looks for one of those houses with a lot of rooms in it, such as Farmer Brown"s boy has put up on the top of that tall pole out in his back yard. He pays for all the trouble Farmer Brown"s boy took to put that house up. If there is anybody who catches more flies and winged insects than Twitter, I don"t know who it is."

"How about me?" demanded a new voice, as a graceful form skimmed over Johnny Chuck"s head, and turning like a flash, came back. It was Forktail the Barn Swallow, the handsomest and one of the most graceful of all the Swallow family. He pa.s.sed so close to Johnny that the latter had a splendid chance to see and admire his glistening steel-blue back and the beautiful chestnut-brown of his forehead and throat with its narrow black collar, and the brown to buff color of his under parts. But the thing that was most striking about him was his tail, which was so deeply forked as to seem almost like two tails.

"I would know him as far as I could see him just by his tail alone,"

exclaimed Johnny. "I don"t know of any other tail at all like it."

"There isn"t any other like it," declared Skimmer. "If Twitter the Martin is the largest of our family, Forktail is the handsomest."

"How about my usefulness?" demanded Forktail, as he came skimming past again. "Cousin Twitter certainly does catch a lot of flies and insects but I"m willing to go against him any day to see who can catch the most."

With this he darted away. Watching him they saw him alight on the top of Farmer Brown"s barn. "It"s funny," remarked Johnny Chuck, "but as long as I"ve known Forktail, and I"ve known him ever since I was big enough to know anybody, I"ve never found out how he builds his nest. I"ve seen him skimming over the Green Meadows times without number, and often he comes here to the Old Orchard as he did just now, but I"ve never seen him stop anywhere except over on that barn."

"That"s where he nests," chuckled Skimmer.

"What?" cried Johnny Chuck. "Do you mean to say he nests on Farmer Brown"s barn?"

"No," replied Skimmer. "He nests in it. That"s why he is called the Barn Swallow, and why you never have seen his nest. If you"ll just go over to Farmer Brown"s barn and look up in the roof, you"ll see Forktail"s nest there somewhere."

"Me go over to Farmer Brown"s barn!" exclaimed Johnny Chuck. "Do you think I"m crazy?"

Skimmer chuckled. "Forktail isn"t crazy," said he, "and he goes in and out of that barn all day long. I must say I wouldn"t care to build in such a place myself, but he seems to like it. There"s one thing about it, his home is warm and dry and comfortable, no matter what the weather is. I wouldn"t trade with him, though. No, sir, I wouldn"t trade with him for anything. Give me a hollow in a tree well lined with feathers to a nest made of mud and straw, even if it is feather-lined."

"Do you mean that such a neat-looking, handsome fellow as Forktail uses mud in his nest?" cried Johnny.

Skimmer bobbed his head. "He does just that," said he. "He"s something like Welcome Robin in this respect. I--"

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