Grandpa Strong did 
not answer, for he loved 
Biily to the bottom of his 
good Quaker heart, and 
would never displease him : 
if he could help it. te Sia a ee a 
Phe next day was 
Saturday. About ten o’clock an automobile 
turned off from the main road and came up to 
the farmhouse. It had barely come to a stop 
before a robust little boy climbed out in great 
haste, and came running forward. 
“Grandpa,” he shouted, “‘Longtoe is back and 
has a wife. They are building a nest in our big 
apple tree.”’ 
“That is good news indeed,” said the old 
man; after which a long conversation ensued 
about Longtoe and other robins, and bluebirds, 
and various other friends of theirs that wear 
feathers. 
“Where is Jay Robin Hood?” asked Billy. 
“Have you seen him to-day?” 
“T think I saw him this morning up in the 
chestnut,” answered his grandfather, but as he 
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