MORE ABOUT OUR ROBIN. A 
the garden where we were in the habit of digging 
worms for the robins at night. We took the cage and 
set it down by this place, with the door tied back. 
We went to work with the spade, pretending not to 
notice the little runaway, who hopped close to us and 
screamed at his little innocent mate in the cage. We 
threw some worms in at the open door for the bird on 
the inside, who ate them, taking no notice of her com- 
panion on the outside. 
Suddenly the outsider hopped to the hole where we 
were digging and tried to grab the worms before we 
had time to pick them up. But we cheated him, under- 
standing his little game, and dodged past him with the 
coveted worms. He, standing on tiptoe, danced about 
in the funniest fashion, still tryiig to snatch the 
worms. All at once, taunting him with a good long 
worm, we threw it past him into the cage. Away the 
bird ran after it, and the little fellow who loved so 
well to “play hookie” was caught once more. 
CHAP TERY XE. 
MORE ABOUT OUR ROBIN. 
WHEN the robins were two years old, we noticed 
that they were picking up straws from the bottom of 
the cage, and so we “took the hint.” We looked all 
about to find something that was the shape of a nest. 
