STORIES ABOUT BIRDS. 19 



and, as long as the snow lasted, the robin came 

 back every morning, and she fed liim. When 

 the warm weather came, the little bird could 

 get food for himself, and flew away. The lady 

 thought she should never see him again ; but 

 when the next winter came, one very cold 

 morning, she heard a tapping at the window; 

 and she opened the curtains, which were drawn 

 before the windows, to keep out the cold, and 

 there was her robin come back again. She 

 was quite glad to see her little favorite once 

 more, and she gave him plenty to eat every 

 morning, all that winter; but when the warm 

 weather came again, away he flew. Now it 

 happened, at the beginning of the next winter, 

 that the lady was very ill, and her window was 

 not opened nor her curtains undrawn for many 

 days; and when she looked out, she saw her 

 pretty little robin stiff, and cold, and dead." 



John Woolman tells the following story of 

 himself: "A thing remarkable in my chikl- 

 hood was, that once going to a neighbor's 

 house, I saw on the way a robin sitting on her 

 nest, and as I came near she went off ; but 

 having young ones, she flew about, and with 

 many cries, expressed her concern for them. I 

 stood and threw stones at her, till, one striking 

 her, she fell doAvn dead ! At first I was pleased 



