108 OUR FEATHERED FRIENDS. 
in an empty room upstairs, and they soon learned to 
look for us and to know our step. They would fly to 
the crack of the doorway and squeal when they heard 
us coming. Before we dared open the door, we had to 
push the birds away, for fear they would be caught and 
hurt. 
RoBIn. 
When we were ready to start for our California home, 
we put the robins in a cage, taking as much food as we 
thought they would need on the journey. In a day or 
two the meat gave out, and they grew tired of bread 
and water. They coaxed constantly for beef, so we 
asked a porter on our car to get some for them. 
By this time most of the passengers had- become 
