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The 15th was a lovely day, over which 

 Flora seemed to preside, and as there was no 

 school, it was agreed, they would take a 

 ramble. 



In passing through the orchard, which was 

 in full bloom, and whose fragrance filled the 

 air, they observed the bees swarming over the 

 trees collecting their honeyed sweets, and other 

 insects of all descriptions revelling in the pro- 

 fusion before them. Suddenly the golden 

 robin with his fiery plumage, appeared to their 

 view, full of life and activity ; now darting 

 into concealment among the rich clusters of 

 flowers, then again appearing, uttering his lively 

 note. How lovely, exclaimed Margaret ; what 

 can he be so busy about ? 



Henry. If you will but pay particular atten- 

 tion, you will see that he is feeding upon the 

 insects we have noticed ; his nimble movements 

 are necessary, or his active prey will evade his 



