XXI 
OUR WINGED FRIENDS 
We soon discovered that cats and dogs were not 
our only new neighbors on Maple Road, for one 
morning early we noticed a pair of robins flitting 
around the upper piazza. It was plain that they 
had come to stay for a while at least, for they were 
building a nest among the vines, and they had it 
nearly completed. The nest was about half-way 
between the two posts. If it had only been at the 
post, we cats could have seen what was inside of it. 
Two little red-breasted robins were flying back and 
forth, fetching all sorts of things in their beaks ; 
straw and strings and moss and grass, which they 
twined around in the most curious fashion. One 
would step inside and pat it down with his breast, 
while the other went after more stuff. At one time 
one of them brought a black rag, which they both 
looked at, and chattered over a great deal, but evi- 
dently concluded not to use for they dropped it 
on the ground. Then, in her endeavor to help the 
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