THE ROBINS GO A-TRAVELLING 



our first summer, but a quiet, peaceful, fra- 

 grant haunt, with few human habitations 

 around us. 



One of our favorite resorts was a gently 

 rising pasture land. Here we spent two or 

 three hours of each fine day under the 

 shade of a noble elm. There was a super- 

 abundance of brilliant red spiders and light- 

 green worms in this region, and many a 

 carmine or pale-green streak on my books 

 and papers still testifies to a deed of gore 

 performed by the knightly Mr. Chupes. He 

 seemed fascinated by the highly colored 

 prey. 



One day Jenny flew into a hedge, where 

 she remained quiet for such a length of 

 time that I, at last, feared harm had over- 

 taken her. On going to investigate I found 

 her with her wings tightly clasped against 

 her body and her eyes fairly protruding 

 with fright. On the other side of the hedge 

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