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who lived under the roots of the old elm, 

 was tired of his cold, damp hole, where 

 he had lived all winter long, and came 

 out to take the sunlight, and perhaps to 

 find a butternut with which to piece out 

 his pantry shelves, for food was getting 

 low. Anyhow, a butternut would taste 

 good ; he had not had one for months. 



" Zip," said the rubber. " Hum-m-m," 

 said the stone, and with a frightened 

 chirp, poor Chippy fled back into his 

 cold hole, and left all the sunlight for 

 Tommy, selfish Tommy. 



The same evening, cockrobin perched 

 upon the old elm and began his twilight 

 rhapsody. His heart was almost bursting 

 with joy. Four eggs, as blue as the 

 heavens, had hatched that day, and cock- 

 robin was telling the good news to all the 

 world, that others might rejoice with 

 him. Rays of the setting sun fell aslant 



