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Once I flew on to the well-known window sill. 

 My mistress was sitting inside. 



" Oh, are you my robin ? " she cried. 



She put down her sewing and came toward me. 

 She put out her hand, but I would not let her catch 

 me. I spread my wings and flew back to my babies 

 in the nest. 



Every morning my dear mate sits on a branch 

 near the window and sings and sings for my mis- 

 tress. I hope she hears him, for his song is very 

 sweet. 



FLORA AND HER CAT 



Flora was not a little girl. She was a lioness. 

 She had never seen the great deserts nor the wild, 

 tangled jungles that her mother had known, for 

 Flora was born at the Zoological Gardens. She 

 was the first little lioness that had ever been born 

 there, and the keepers of the animals made a great 

 pet of her. She was not kept shut up in a cage, 

 but was allowed to go free like a pet cat or dog. 



Flora herself had a pet. This pet was a cat that 

 had been brought to the Zoo to catch the mice 

 that were there. 



