"'Why, hello,' cried a boy in a blue reefer and a blue stocking cap. 'Hello, chickadee, you're a jolly little fellow! We call you our fair weather friend because you sing so cheerily on these clear frosty days.' "'Oho!' laughed another boy, who had a big scratch on his nose, 'I saw a chickadee flying about among the fir-trees on that very stormy day last week. He sang just as cheerily through the storm.' Then the boy whistled back to me and called my name." "That was my brother Jack," laughed Phyllis. "He got that scratch while out coasting. He told me that he saw you on that stormy day. He loves the winter quite as well as you do. You should hear him sing and whistle when the snow falls for coasting. You should hear him shout when the cold skating days come. He says that Jack Frost is a fellow's best friend." "Indeed," said the jolly little chickadee, blinking his eyes in a funny way, "my brothers say the very same thing!" "But how do you find anything to eat in the winter-time?" Phyllis asked. "The insects and worms have long been dead. What did you have for breakfast this morning?" "We had eggs and--" "Eggs?" cried Phyllis, not waiting for the bird to finish. "You had eggs?" "Yes, moth's eggs," said the bird. "The moths leave their eggs about in all sorts of places. We chickadees know where to find them!" "Are they--good?" asked Phyllis. "Delicious!" replied the chickadee. "I think I have eaten more than a million insects' eggs in my life. I shall never tire of them." "Where do you sleep?" Phyllis asked. "In the fir-trees, to be sure," was the reply. "It is quite warm in there, among the many branches, and as soon as we waken we can get our breakfasts. There are all sorts of eggs and sleeping insects among the fir branches." Phyllis looked from her own thick red leggings to the chickadee's light blue legs. "Don't your feet get very cold?" she asked. "You surely need some leggings." The chickadee chirruped and twittered and fluttered until Phyllis suddenly saw that he was laughing at her. "I don't know what cold feet are!" he said. "I'm glad no one gave me red leggings for Christmas." "What did you get for Christmas?" "A wonderfully fine dinner spread on a white snow table-cloth under the cherry-tree!" replied the bird. "Oh, did you come to my bird feast?" cried the little girl. "I spread crumbs and bird seed for you. Jack wanted to hang a meat bone in the cedar-tree. He said that you would like it better. Indeed, I believe he did hang one there. Did you ever see it?" "Oh, yes, Phyllis, many a day have we pecked away at that meat bone. It was really very good." "Jack read in a book that you were fond of pecking at meat bones. He will be glad to know that it is true!" "Thank him for us," said the chickadee. "You were kind to remember us!" "Ah," said Phyllis, "but it was kind of you to remain behind to cheer us when all the other birds have gone to warmer lands.