The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-07-09
BURGESS Bedtime Stories
Jenny and MT, Wren Argue
By THORNTON W. BURGESS
Argument, as you may find,
 Will seldom change a stubborn mind

Argument, as you may find. VIII seldom change a stubborn mind.
 -Mr. Wren
 Jenny Wren was excited. She ts quite apt to be excited, but this time she was more excited that usual From a hook to which was fastened the clothesline in Farmer Browns dooryard was hanging an old coat. Farmer Browns boy had hung it there that very morning. 1t had been wet, for there had been a shower, and he had hung it there to dry Jenny Wren was looking that old coat all over and growing more and more excited. She had discovered the arm. hole of one of the sleeves and ac- tually had crept down inside that sleeve.
 When she came out she had a look Of triumph in her bright little eyes Here 1t is," said she in most de- cided way
 What is here?" demanded Mr. Wren, looking much puzzled
 "our new home" retorted Jenny. We must get right to work on it"
 NIT. Wren blinlIed and stared about asked
 "Didnt you see me. come out of that hole just nowe" snapped Jenns. meaning the sleeve of the old coat That is where We are going to make our home"
 MT. Wren was quite upset. Make our home in that thing?" he ex- claimed. Jenny Wren. are you wholly crazy in your head? Whoever heard Of making a home in such ;l place as that?"
 "If no one ever heard of it before, some one is hearing of it now" re- torted Jenny in her most decided tone, the tone that Mir. Wren knew meant that she had fully made up her mind and that it would be use less to argue with her Still, thIs was such an unheard of thing that 1t shocked him and he couldn't give in right away,
 We can never build a nest in that thing" said he.
 We certainly can't if we don't try" retorted Jenny, once more polk ing her heard in at the armhole of the old coat
 This is no place for a nest" ar gued Mir. Wren. Tt swings in every puff of wind"
 So does the, nest of Goldie the oriole hanging from the top of one of those long branches of the big elm tree" retorted Jenny Wren.
 But that thing doesn't look to me as if it is fastened" grumbled Mr. Wren, examining the old coat with disapproval. "Supposing it should blow down."
 
 it happens" snapped Jenny
 Tt looks to me like something that belongs to Farmer Browns Boy" said MT. Wren doubtfully.
 Tt may have belonged to him once, but what of it? It belongs to us now" retorted Jenny, and disap- peared in the sleeve with a small stick
 Tt is too near Farmer Browns house." protested MT. Wren
 Jenny came out of the sleeve in a hurry, and 1t was plain to see that she had lost her patience. Her tail jerked the way it always does when she is excited Tut, tut. tut tut" said she. Not another word from you, Mir Wren; not another word, I said we are going to make our home here, and here it is going to be. I'm not afraid of Farmer Browns Boy. He is one of the best friends we have. Black Pussy the Cat cant get at us here Chatterer the Red Squirrel won't think of look ing for nest in any such place. It is close to the Old Orchard, and I told you I couldn't be happy any where else. Now. hold your tongue and get to work. You've wasted too much time already"
 q suppose you must have your way. You always do." grumbled MT. Wren, and obediently went to look for some. little sticks.
 Copyriglit, 1921. by T. w. BurgessJ
 The next story; The Great Sur prise of Farmer Browns Boy"
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