JOSEPH WINS TOURNAMENT 
white robin. “You will know it,” she said, “by 
its red breast, although its other feathers are 
white.” 
Joseph paid little attention, thinking Queenie 
was teasing. He would not even mention the 
words “white robin” for fear of being caught in a 
trap. Then one day Miss Wiseman said to me: 
“It is too bad you did not step in earlier. The 
white robin has just been about.” 
I asked if it were really true that there was a 
white robin in the world. 
“Quite true,” Miss Wiseman answered, “and he 
lives here on my place. We have all seen him 
many times. Last year,” she told me further, “we 
had a robin here with a white feather in his tail. 
How he happened to have this one white feather, I 
do not know ; but it gave him quite an air of distinc- 
tion. Perhaps he stayed around here all winter 
in the evergreen plants, but I never saw him after 
November, when the hardy chrysanthemums were 
blooming. One day this summer, I think in late 
June, this entirely white robin came hopping aver 
my lawn. His breast is brick red, and in every 
way he is like other robins except for his white 
feathers. Percy Hayden calls him an albino,” 
Miss Wiseman continued. “I call him a freak.” 
Later, when we walked along Miss Wiseman’s 
narrow path with the privet hedge on one side and 
the flowering shrubs on the other, I myself saw the 
white robin. He was picking up grubs among the 
