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My mistress bent above my cage one clay. " My 

 poor little, dear little Robin," she said. "You 

 were happy enough at first, but now if you wish to 

 go it is cruel to keep you here." 



She reached into the cage and caught me. She 

 pressed her lips against me. Then she opened 

 her hand. 



I did not go to her chair or the bureau. I flew 

 to the window to 

 look out. 



A soft cool air 

 was blowing- in 

 from outside. It 

 stirred the 

 curtain. I hop- 

 ped upon the 

 window sill. No 



glass was there. Robin on the Nest 



I spread my wings ; then away and away I flew, 

 dipping and rising in my flight. I was free. 



This spring we came back from the South, my 

 mate and I. We came back to the house where 

 my mistress looks from her little attic window. 



Our nest is built in a tree close by. As I sit on 

 my nest I can see the window of her room. 



