XII 

 BOB THE VAGABOND 



Bob had on his travehng suit, for a vagabond must 

 go a-journeying. It would never do to stay too long in 

 one place, and here it was August already. Why, he had 

 been in Maine two months and more, and it is small 

 wonder he was getting restless. Restless, though not un- 

 happy! Bob was never that; for the jo}^ of the open way 

 was always before him, and whenever the impulse came, 

 he could set sail and be off. 



The meadows of Maine had been his choice for his 

 honeymoon, and a glad time of it he and May had had 

 with their snug little home of woven grass. That home 

 was like an anchor to them both, and held their hearts 

 fast during the days it had taken to make five grown- 

 sized birds out of five eggs. But now that their sons and 

 daughters were strong of wing and fully dressed in trav- 

 eling suits like their mother's, it was well that Bob had 

 put off his gay wedding clothes and donned a garb of 

 about the same sort as that worn by the rest of his fam- 

 ily; for dull colors are much the best for trips. 



Now that they were properly dressed, there was noth- 

 ing left to see to, except to join the Band of Bobolink 

 Vagabonds. Of course no one can be a member of this 



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