The Washington times., 1913-06-13

ri KNOW that my mother used to
| to make cherry pie by this
time when I lived at home"
said Robin Redbreast as he
| sat on the edge of his nest smoking
his pipe.
But Robin" pleaded Mrs. Red
| breast. cherries are not ripe at this
| time in the year. why, just think. we
| have only been north a few weeks"
you can talk and make all the ex-
| cuses you like" said Robin, removing
his pipe, but ny mother used to give
! me cherry pie for dinner before this.
You just don't want to take the trouble
to please me. that is the reason"
Mrs. Redbreast bristled with anger.
and she fiuttered back and forth over
the nest for minute before she an
swered.
Robin, I do not know what has got
into you. I most believe you need
a good dose Of hard tea, 1t Is not nat
ural for you to be so unreasonable"
IT am not unreasonable at all" re-
Piled Robin. 81 am just hungry for
piece of cherry pie like mother used to
! make and you will not make one.
believe you are afraid to try for fear
they will not be as good as hers"
This was the first time since they had
been married that Robin had shown
such a bad temper, and Mrs. Robin did
not know just how to manage. But she
was a wise little bird. SO she did not re-
ply to this last remark of Robins. but
put on her bonnet and few over to the
nest of an older bird and asked her ad-
vice.
He wants a cherry pie" said Mrs.
Robin, with tears in her pretty eyes,
| and you know that cherries are not
ripe enough even for pies. o. dear,
wish / knew just where my mother Is
living this summer l would go home
and he could just go back to his mother
and see If she could make cherry pies
before the cherries are ripe"
There, there, my dear. have your cry
out" said the older bird. patting her
on the back.
Mrs. Robin sobbed as though her lit
tie heart would break and then she
dried her eyes and said, with her ewes
swapping: II have good mind to make
him some pies out of those green cher
ries. 1t would serve him right If he was
made sick from eating them"
That Is just where you are right. my
dear" said the older bird. Now. wipe
away your tears and on your way home
get the cherries and make the pie for
supper; he will come to your way of
thinking before morning. l promise you,
and you will have a meek husband by
sunrise"
20, but what If he should die?" asked
Mrs. Robin; some do. you know, when
they eat cherries before they are ripe
Robin will not die, he won't eat
enough for that. but he will eat some
OF the pie. because he talked so much
about it,
Mrs. Robin decided to take her
friends advice. and on her way home
she got the cherries. Robin was out
when she reached the home, and she
Dustled about making the pie. talking
to herself as she worked.
He will never be able to eat" she
said, no matter how much sugar / use.
| just soon eat a lemon as those
cherries, my mouth is full of water
just looking at them
When Robin came home supper was
on the table, and in front of his plate
was the pie.
What is this?" he asked, looking at
the pie
1T is a cherry pie" said his wife;
found some cherries while / was out
this afternoon. l do hope IL Will taste
good to you, but the cherries are not
quite as ripe as they should be-"
II know you could find cherries II you
looked" said Robin, cutting the pie.
He looked rather disappointed when
he saw the filling. but did not say /,
anything.
Mrs. Redbreast watched him as he
took his first taste.
How do you like it," she asked Il
know it must be like vinegar 1t is too
early. just as | said at first"
That was enough for Robin. He took
another mouthful. and then another be-
fore he answered, but Mrs. Redbreasi