Dooryard Stories

The Project Gutenberg eBook, Dooryard Stories, by Clara Dillingham Pierson, Illustrated by F. C. Gordon
Dooryard Stories
THE VERY RUDE YOUNG ROBINS.
BY CLARA DILLINGHAM PIERSON Author of “Among the Forest People,” “Night People,” etc.
Illustrated by F. C. GORDON
NEW YORK E. P. DUTTON AND COMPANY 31 WEST TWENTY-THIRD STREET
Copyright, 1903 BY E. P. DUTTON & CO. Published Sept., 1903
The Knickerbocker Press, New York
To MY FATHER WHO FIRST TAUGHT ME TO LOVE MY DOORYARD FRIENDS
My Dear Little Friends :—These stories are of things which I have seen with my own eyes in my own yard, and the people of whom I write are my friends and near neighbors. Some of them, indeed, live under my roof, and Silvertip has long been a member of our family. So, you see, I have not had to do like some writers—sit down and think and think how to make the people act in their stories. These tales are of things which have really happened, and all I have done is to write them down for you.
Many of them have been told over and over again to my own little boy, and because he never tires of hearing of the time when Silvertip was a Kitten, and about the Wasps who built inside my shutters, I think you may care to hear also. He wants me to be sure to tell how the baby Swift tumbled down the chimney into his bedroom, and wishes you might have seen it in the little nest we made. When I tell these tales to him, I have great trouble in ending them, for there is never a time when he does not ask: “And what did he do then Mother?” But I am telling you as much as I can of how everything happened, and if there was more which I did not see and cannot describe, you will have to make up the rest to suit yourselves.
Besides, you know, there is always much which one cannot see or hear, but which one knows is happening somewhere in this beautiful great world. The birds do not stop living and working and loving when they leave us for the sunny south, and above us, around us, and even under our feet many things are done which we cannot see. As we become better acquainted with the little people who live in our dooryards, we shall see more and more interesting things, and I wish you might all grow to be like my little boy, who is never lonely or in need of a playmate so long as a Caterpillar or a Grasshopper is in sight.