CHAPTER IV ' 



The Family of Bob-White 



BLITHE, cheerful little Bob- White sat on 

 the top of a barpost whistling his merry call, 

 " bob-white, bob, bob-bob-white, bob-white, 

 bob, bob-white." 



Bob- White was very well satisfied with the 

 whole world that spring morning, and with 

 his own lot in particular, for something told 

 him in the plainest kind of language that 

 spring had come. In fact all the birds that 

 he had seen this morning had been talking 

 about it, and Bob-White knew just enough 

 of their language to understand. What else 

 did blue bird mean by his sweet " cheerily, 

 cheerily," and Cock Robin, by his lusty 

 '* cheerup, cheerup." Still more convincing 

 than either of these, was a great noisy flock 

 of wild geese that swung rapidly across the 



