It had been talked of for weeks and months, and now it was really going to happen. The songbirds were to have a jubilee, a regular Peace Jubilee, in the merry month of June. Such wonderful things were planned, such great expectations!
Why, the affair was sure to be a success, from the very moment the Pussy Willows heard of it; and you know they have a knack of hearing pleasant things before anybody else even dreams of them. They donned their soft gray street-costumes, and, their bosoms swelling with satisfaction, called on their neighbors with the good tidings.
The people next door, the Birches by name, received the news in rather a trembling fashion; but they offered sincere congratulations, while the Maples and Larches, who lived nearer the town centre, and who have private telephones, offered to send despatches all about, that the imformation might be general.
