THE ROBIN'S NEST. IT 
FEED ME! FEED ME! 
walked away. We 
don’t mind the 
glass eye now nor 
the queer little 
noises. Our four 
babies are getting 
so big and are al- 
ways so hungry 
that we have. no 
time to be afraid. 
“They are walk- 
ing on the fence 
now, and I am so 
glad I built my 
nest just here. 
They all come back 
at night, but soon, 
very soon, they 
will fly away. 
Sometimes we are almost dismayed, 
they are so voracious. How many 
worms we must find to satisfy them! 
Indeed, they are never satisfied, and 
even in their sleep they murmur, 
‘More! more!’ 
“They are all out of the 
nest, and one of them flew 
off from the fence for the 
first time to-day! Such 
beautiful birds, so strong, 
such glossy _ feathers, 
such red _ breasts, such 
bright eyes! I could see 
the woman looking at 
them to-day as _ they 
walked up and down 
on the fence and stretched 
their wings. I know she 
admires them; of course 
she does. I am not afraid 
of her now, although it is 
well to be cautious and not 
make too many advances. 
“We have told our lit- 
tle ones that a fence is a 
a 
MORE! MORE! 
very good place for a nest; for some 
day that information may be useful 
to them. Next spring when the apple 
blossoms come and the sunshine 
calls to the buttercups and the green 
grass, I think we will again build 
our nest by the Old Barn Studio.” 
