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moved he moved, too. I used to call to him, but 

 he never answered me. There was glass between 

 us and we could not reach each other. 



Sometimes when I sat on the red pincushion and 

 pulled the pins 

 out, I would look 

 up and see that he 

 had been pulling 

 pins out of his red 

 pincushion in that 

 other room. He 

 always pulled out 

 just as many pins 



as I did. Robin in Mischief 



He was a funny bird. I never grew tired of 

 watching him through the glass, but I never got to 

 know him very well. 



One day, while I was amusing myself on the 

 bureau, my mistress left the room. She closed the 

 door behind her, but I suppose she did not latch it. 



Suddenly I saw the door in that other looking- 

 glass room open. In through the crack looked 

 two fierce, yellow eyes. A terrible, lank, black cat 

 came stealing in. It looked about the room. The 

 looking-glass robin did not seem to see it. He 



Pyle's Humble Friends.— 8. 



