down on the leaves of Mister Robert Robin's big basswood tree, and fell in great drops from their tips. Robert Robin did not like the weather. He had

l inside the nest and wet the eggs, so she kept he

ed position!" she said to Robert Robin. "I am af

eggs for you!" s

claimed Mrs. Robin. "I am trying

t once!" said

ou are so clumsy you would be almost sure to break on

uld stop raining!"

Mrs. Robin. "The rain might stop coming if i

is dry!" answered Robert Robin. "Still I would do

of his big basswood tree to sing

ould stop falling, for he was as wet as water could make him. From over the tops of

p the

p the

the b

the b

the c

of course, but could anything be funnier than that wet bird sitting in the rain, and singing about dry weather? The creek is roaring down th

was too tired to sing any more. Then he perched near Mrs. Robin and said

bin. "It isn't your fault if it rains," and s

ghty wind swept through the woods; the clouds began to break away; the b

ce more, the fierce gusts were whipping the branches of the elms, and twisting the tops of the tall pines, but

, Mrs. Robin had cleared the nest of broken shells and was covering her babies with her warm feathers. Rob

raining, didn't you, d

en!" said Robert Robin, as he lifted a

surprise for you!

ur little baby robins. The four little baby robins looked

em some breakfast. In a few moments he was back again and fed one of them. Then away he hurried again and in a moment he came carrying m

blunderbusse

hildren marked so one can

de of the nest, little Sheldon at the east, Mo

ut the next day Mrs. Robin helped him, and both of them were busy, for the fou

wonderful appetites

y ravenous!" sa

enous' mean?" a

answered Robert Robin. "I wish that

cherries?" as

that ripe red cherries are good for baby robins, an

e must be very careful not to fee

d Robert Robin, "and I am going right over there

st while Robert Robin went over

d. Widow Blunt's father had planted it, and it was t

ed fruit shining among the green leaves. The early cherri

tood beside his own nest with a

ter the little robin had swallowed the cherry, the cherry pi

en their nest and Widow Blunt's early cherry tree, but in the afternoon, Widow B

r my cherries, but you will have to wait until I have pick

d owl off the mantel. The owl was one that Mister Blunt had shot, and a friend of his had stuffed its skin and put

e scared almost

ng Adventures of

d tied it fast in the cherry tree, then she went back i

perched on a limb and was picking out a nice red ripe one to take home to

st then Mrs. Robin came and almost sat right beside the big owl, and she screamed, "Help! Help!" and almost fell out of the tree, and both of them were scared almost o

aughed and laughed, and laughed. "That poor robin thought he was a goner

h four hens. He was going to show the hens where the cherries were falling

id. Mister Rooster looked up and saw Mister

irds like that one!

ing tells me that I do not care for cherries to

ter Rooster s

un for your lives!" and the big rooster w

bottomed chair and laughed, and laughed, and lau

r, and he saw the big owl sitting

d to himself: "My eyes are fairly good, and they tell me that a whole owl is sitting in that tree!" T

Robin. "Please drive that ugly owl out of that cherry tre

es me is why any owl would be sitting in a cherry tree right near

at he is after my cherr

!" said Samson Crow. "I will drive h

tree flew Samson Crow, but the big owl sat perfectly still. Samson Crow perched on a branch and shouted at the big owl, but the big owl did not even turn his head, nor change the steady gaze of his

t!" and wishing that the big owl would fly away, but the big owl di

tin pail with strips of zinc soldered across the bottom of it, she climbed the stepladder and picked eight quarts of ripe re

ck to where her stepladder was standing under the cherry tree, and climbed her stepladder once more and untied the stuffed owl, and put him

er, where she would know where to find them when the berry-picking season came. Widow Blunt then looked out of the kitchen window, and saw Robert Robin picking one of her

to feed, and eight quarts is all I need for myself!" And Widow Blunt rocked backwards and forwards in her sp

she said. "Now I will have to hurry to

wl go?" asked Mrs. R

t he ate many of the very best cherries befo