And in all the Old Orchard or on the Green Meadows there is not to be found another tongue so busy as that of Jenny Wren.  It is sharp sometimes, but when she wants it to be so there is none smoother.  You see she is a great gossip, is Jenny Wren, a great gossip.  But if you get on the right side of Jenny Wren and ask her to keep a secret, she’ll do it.  No one knows how to keep a secret better than she does.

How it happened nobody knows, but it did happen that when Peter Rabbit came home to the clear Old Briar-patch, bringing Mrs. Peter with him, Jenny Wren didn’t hear about it.  Probably it was because the new home which she had just completed was so carefully hidden that the messengers sent by Peter to invite all his friends to call didn’t find it, and afterward she was so busy with household affairs that she didn’t have time to gossip.  Anyway, Peter had been back some time before Jenny Wren knew it.  She was quite upset to think that she was the last to hear the news, but she consoled herself with the thought that she had been attending strictly to her duties, and now that her children were able to look out for themselves she could make up for lost time.

Just as soon as she could get away, she started for the Old Briar-patch.  She wanted to hear all about Peter’s adventures in the Old Pasture and to meet Mrs. Peter.  But like a great many other busybodies, she wanted to find out all she could about Peter’s affairs, and she thought that the surest way to do it was not to let Peter know that she was about until she had had a chance to use her sharp little eyes all she wanted to.  So when she reached the Old Briar-patch, she didn’t make a sound.  It didn’t take her long to find Peter.  He was sitting under one of his favorite bramble-bushes smiling to himself.  He smiled and smiled until Jenny Wren had to bite her tongue to keep from asking what was pleasing him so.

[Illustration with caption:  “The quickest way for me to know is for you to tell me,” Replied Jimmy.]

“He looks tickled almost to death over something, but very likely if I should ask him what it is he wouldn’t tell me,” thought Jenny Wren.  “I guess I’ll look around a bit first.  I wonder where Mrs. Peter is.”

So leaving Peter to smile to his heart’s content, she went peeking and peering through the Old Briar-patch.  Of course it wasn’t a nice thing to do, not a bit nice.  But Jenny Wren didn’t stop to think of that.  By and by she saw something that made her flutter all over with excitement.  She looked and looked until she could sit still no longer.  Then she hurried back to where Peter was sitting.  He was still smiling.

“Oh, Peter Rabbit, it’s perfectly lovely!” she cried.

Peter looked up quickly, and a worried look chased the smile away.  “Hello, Jenny Wren!  Where did you come from?  I haven’t seen you since I got back,” said he.