top of a chair, the glass was broken, and the pic- 
ture ruined. As Robin Hood fled toward the 
door he knocked a vase from the table, which 
was also broken. He was thoroughly frightened 
by the time he got out-of-doors, but a scare never 
lasted very long with him, and by next morning 
he was ready for more mischief. That night 
Grandfather and Grandmother agreed that such 
a troublesome bird would surely come to some 
bad end. 
But Robin Hood’s sins did not annoy him and 
the next morning he led his band shouting and 
screaming as usual down to the woods along 
the lake-shore. Here he found something that 
interested him very much. An artist who had 
come out from town to sketch the cliffs by the 
lake had left his easel and climbed down to the 
water to get a drink. On his camp-stool beside 
his brushes there lay four or five little tubes of 
paint. Down came Robin Hood and tried to 
pick up one of them, but it was so smooth it 
slipped away and fell among the leaves. He 
tried another with the same result. In the end 
he knocked all of them off but one, with which 
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