Bobby of Cloverfield Farm

'I can't stop to play now. I'm on important business'
NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY PUBLISHERS Copyright, 1922, by HELEN FULLER ORTON All Rights Reserved
First Printing, June 17, 1922 Second Printing, November 3, 1922 Third Printing, May 15, 1923 Fourth Printing, April 25, 1924 Fifth Printing, August 26, 1924 Sixth Printing, February 27, 1926 Seventh Printing, April 2, 1927 Eighth Printing, August 1, 1928 Ninth Printing, August 6, 1929 Tenth Printing, January 31, 1931 Eleventh Printing, August 10, 1933

One cold morning in March, Bobby Hill was wakened by a sound he had not heard since last Fall, Chirp, chirp, cheer-up.
That sounds just like a robin, he thought.
He sat up in bed and looked out of the window. It was a cold, dark, stormy morning. Heavy clouds covered the sky. The North wind was blowing the snow hither and thither.
Bobby leaned nearer the window so he could see the ground. There was the snow like a blanket of white over the yard and the road and the fields. There were the snowdrifts like mountains and castles along the fences.
Bobby shivered as he looked at it and snuggled back under the covers.
I must have been dreaming, he thought. It isn't time for robins.
But he had no sooner settled down for another nap than he heard it again, Chirp, chirp, cheer-up.