Robin Hood. The owl flew up on a joist, and 
remained there until the farmer had gone. After 
this Robin Hood hated owls more than ever, 
but I doubt if he ever followed another one 
through a hole. 
One day Robin Hood came to the window to 
look for a peanut, but finding none there, he 
went around to the porch and hopped along the 
floor. Finding the front door open with no one 
in sight, he went in and, jumping up on the 
table, picked up a bright and shining darning 
needle. Just then the door to the kitchen 
opened and Grandmother Strong appeared. 
“Thee must put that down,” she called and 
waved her apron at him with both hands. Robin 
Hood made one or two hasty rounds of the room 
and then perched on a picture frame. For 
thirty years and more this cherished chromo, 
entitled “‘“Cumberland Meadows,” had _ been 
hanging in this same place and the cord that 
held it was very old. It must have been on the 
point of breaking for a long time, because the 
moment the jay perched on the frame it fell. 
And what a crash it made! It landed right on 
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