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March morning and forces his sHght song 

 up the boisterous wind. 



His little blue coat would seem to be 

 no protection against the winter cold. 

 Maybe it is his cheery heart that keeps 

 him warm, but in some miraculous way 

 he survives to greet the first robin with a 

 knowing nod. 



"Hello, — you here?" chirps robin 

 as he hops over the mowing, looking for 

 seeds or grain. 



" Been here a whole month,'* is the 

 cheery reply. 



" You are awfully slow, robin. You 

 should have been here two weeks ago.'' 



It is a bright day for bluebird, in the 

 cheerless March calendar, when Mrs. 

 Bluebird appears. You at once notice 

 from the fulness and sweetness of his 

 song that something uncommon has hap- 

 pened, but it is not until you discover him 



