THE ROBINS GO A-TRAVELLING 



this as their absence is so noticeable in her 

 photographs. 



After the first experience the birds 

 seemed to have perfect confidence in me on 

 all moving occasions except one, when I 

 think their faith in my sound judgment 

 must have been sorely tried. 



What could it mean to them when their 

 cages were hastily enveloped in shawls and 

 they were hurried out of their comfortable 

 quarters, one wild March night, to be de- 

 posited in darkness in some unknown 

 place, and after an apparently senseless wait 

 of three or four hours, to be brought back 

 again to the very place from which they 

 started? They could not understand the 

 meaning of the awful street-cry that had 

 roused us from the deepest and mo'st dan- 

 gerous of slumbers to the knowledge that 

 the cruel flames had already enveloped a 

 part of the house, and that great firebrands 



