The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-07-09
MRS. ROBINS TROUBLE.

MRS. ROBIN 5 TROUBLE.
And | want you TO be sure to wake
me at the first streak of day, Robin.
dear. murmured Mrs. Robin, with a
there is such demand for locations
now that wc won't secure good one
unless we are out early
Mr. Robin gave an angry flirt.
There YOU 20 again," he cried
GROSSLY. You've walked me mp so
many times now that | am catching
tie grip from pulling my head out
from under ny wing every time | get
it warm and comfortable. First you
thought you heard hawks on the lower
limb, then YOU believed I'd forgotten
to mark the place where we covered up
those worms for breakfast, and now
its the waking up. | declare my
feathers are turning grey from lack of
sleep. VIII you keep stiu?"
There there, dear" chirped Mrs.
Robin checrfully, III keep still! But
really, my nerves are all in Il flutter. |
have So much on my mind"
1t was daylight just Il little. but Mr.
and Mrs. Robin, having bathed and
drank in the sparkling Ohio. finished
their breakfast and were preparing for
the business of the day.
Il believe that last grub disagreed
with me, !" said Mrs. Robin, languidly.
'Grubs are so rich! feel quite head
achy!n
Mr.. Robin smiled Il little quietly.
His wife was 4 very sensible bird, but
she had been flying petty high with
some Southern orioles this past winter
and had some quite elevated ideas in
her head of late.
Where will you look first, Mr.
Robin?n She said, shaking the bright
drops from her wing and admiring the
beautifully fitting grey and scarlet suit
in the water
Il saw the Widow Gooseherry where
we lived last year when | was out
yesterday" replied her mate. She
says our old place is vacant still. and
it was SO homelke aud cozy thought"
But Mrs. Robin interrupted him with
a twilter.
Live with that cross, thOrny old
thing, and in that low-doWm locality!
No, indeed, Mr.. Robin; / propose to
move in higher circles this year.
You didn't think her cross last
summer" said Mr.. Robin gravely;
land you said yourself the littIc goose
berries were lovely. and it was 50 safe
and sheltered, and the gardener dug
worms for rs every day"
Yes. and there was that common
family of ground thrushcs close bv,"
continued Mrs. Robin. ohslinatelv.
Suppose Mrs. OriuIc should call on
her "trip 10 The lakes in her magnificent
dress II blacl, and gold, and see that
brown. homcspun creature running i'll
so familiar l should die! And then
there's the cat; my nerves really
wouldn't endure her, with her great
yellow ewes 50 Wild every day. No.
indccd I'm going out for that top
branch th.t Mr. Elm said lie would
have vacant this year
So Mr.. Robin rcfraincd from re-
mindiug his ariStocratic wife that
sweet Mrs. Thrush sang ut the funeral
of BIucshcll. their earliest Matched
son and was counted the family dear
est iriend; nor how Widow Goose
berry's sharp rchuifs kept the yellow
eyed eat away from their nest when
he easily crept up the apple tree and
deyourcd Mrs. Yellow Hammers
twins. He wisely remembered that
birds and folks are alike in one way
they learn best by sad experience.
So away they flew, over trees, over
green wheat fields and bare brown
earth to talk To Mr. Elm.
Mr.. Elm WAS not in full dress. it be-
ing n little early, but received them
very politely.
Cav. Cav! Cawr' shouted Aunty
Grow sailing from Il top branch TO
meet them. IVY brcss yo' heaht.
honey, Use mighty glad to have yo' TO
ncighbohs! l is so!''
Mr.. Robin flew past her coldly.
There Is no prejudice against color
among birds, but lie had heard reports
rejecting on the honesty of the crow
family.
Welcome homei welcome homer
called the cat-bird jauntily.
Mrs. Blackhird sailed past with a
delicious thrilling laugh of greeting.
What a pleasant ncighborhoodr'
chirped Mrs. Robin.
Yes, madaml 1t isr' said stately
Mr.. EIm bowling graciously. Only
tflt hHGSl tGudutS III ulS bLduSICo, i
assure you."
'.Rllher bare and unshelteredr' re-
marked Mr.. Robin with the air of
sharp bargaiuer.
Il shah leave as soon as you come"
said Mr. Elm.
Il am glad 10 hear it, declared Mr..
Robin politely.
Now. this would be rather unkiud
talk between our landlords and us.
But it was all right between birds and
trees. There are some points of re-
SembIance but if l should sit up all
night couldn't begin to tell you the
difference between birds and folks.
And | shall put branch over
yours this spring also added Mr..
| Elm.
Yes, but the branch itself don't
| look secure, objected Mr.. Robin.
"Oh. I'm Snre it does,' scolded Mrs.
Robin, draadiully afraid their elegant
| host would be displcasel. And there
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