Taken on February twenty-seventh,, with camera on library table, through 



heavy plate glass. Robin on the bench on veranda, snow six 



inches deep on the ground 



CHAPTER XVI 



Robin: Merula Migratoria 



IN THE DOCKYARD 



I learned to love the Robin when, as a child, I sat on my 

 father's knee and he pointed out to me the russet-breasted bird, 

 singing from the top of a cherry-tree during a spring shower, 

 and taught me to mark the accent and catch the exquisite inflec- 

 tion of tone as the happy bird sang, "Cheer up, dearie! Cheer up, 

 dearie! Cheer up! Cheer!" 



He told me the story of the Robin that tried to minister to 

 the dying Saviour on the cross and stained its breast with sacred 



