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not care to answer to his call. No doubt the little 

 fellow preferred to flit through the air with creat- 

 ures of its own kind to living in a house, and being 

 made ai pet of. 



THE CAPTIVE ROBIN 



I WAS hatched in the top of a tall maple tree. 

 The nest where I lived with my little brothers 

 and sisters was very soft and warm. Still softer 

 and warmer was my mother's breast as she brooded 

 over us. 



My father was a very handsome robin, as I re- 



mem ber him. 

 He was a good 

 father to us. 

 There were al- 

 ways worms 

 enough to fill our 

 hungry beaks. 



Father Robin Feeding the Children And hoW happy 



we were up there in our nest among the leaves ! 



Sometimes the wind blew so hard that the tree 

 where we lived would bend far over. Then across 

 the side of the nest we could catch sight of a red 



