8 THE ROBINS Nias 
WATCHING. 
Besides all 
this, their human 
iriend.s were 
made happier by 
their beauty and 
their song and 
perhaps when 
the lane grows 
green again with 
bursting buds . 
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beauty of springtime, these four 
robins, fledglings no longer, will build 
their nests on the fence or among the 
trees that shade the old barn studio, 
and again will be heard their glad 
refrain. 
WHAT THE MOTHER-ROBIN THOUGHT. 
‘Yes; I know, “said: the litle 
mother-robin, as she laid the first twig 
in the corner of the fence for the new 
nest; “yes, I remember that last year 
STILL WATCHING AND WAITING. 
our beautiful large nest 
with four precious eggs 
in it was torn down 
from this same corner and 
thrown to the ground. 
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WAITING. 
All you say is true, my dear,—the 
same cat may come here again, and 
the same woman may come. You 
know last year she picked up the nest, 
and I could see that, although she was 
sorry for me, she was a little glad too, 
for she carried off the nest with joy 
and placed it in her studio. I heard 
her say that of course we could not 
use it any longer and it was of no use 
to put it back. How troubled we 
were, do you remember? But we flew 
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