tit sROBIN'S: NEST. 
By Sarah J. Eddy. 
Illustrated from photographs by the author. 
“When the willows gleam along the 
brooks, 
And the grass grows green in sunny nooks, 
In the sunshine and the rain 
I hear the robin in the lane 
Singing ‘Cheerily, 
Cheer up, cheer up; 
Cheerily, cheerily, 
Cheer up.’ ”’ 
HEN the early Pilgrims, re- 
\/ \/ membering the Robin Red- 
Breast of their native land 
and all the songs and _ stories 
which helped to 
make him dear, saw 
this bird with his 
red breast, they 
gave him the same 
name and_ encour- 
aged him to _ live 
near them. All 
creatures are so will- 
ing to be our friends 
if we will let them, 
that we can imagine 
that the robins felt 
the friendly atmos- 
phere and _ gladly 
found places for 
their nests near the 
New England homes. No doubt 
traditions of kindly interest were 
handed down in the robin families un- 
til they finally felt quite confident 
of a welcome wherever they might 
go. 
One year in the early spring, when 
the new house was being built on the 
pleasant land overlooking the blue 
waters of the bay, a pair of robins evi- 
dently thought that, since the country 
belonged to them, this new structure 
