"I don't like to upset you, my dear," he said in response to her question. "But I may as well tell you that we ought to move at the earliest possible moment."
"Move!" she cried. "Oh, no! I don't want to move. I'm quite contented with this house. It's in just the place I like."
"I'm sorry," said Bobby. "But we[p. 72] shall have to move all the same. And when I tell you why, I think you'll agree with me that the sooner we move the better it will be for us."
Little Mrs. Bobolink replied very firmly that she would have to hear a good reason before she would consent to move an inch.
So Bobby told her. "Haying time has come!"
"What of that?" his wife inquired. "Farmer Green doesn't expect us to help him, does he?"
"Oh, no!" Bobby answered with a short laugh. "But he'll cut the grass all over the meadow. And even if our children should escape with their lives, there's still Henry Hawk to think of. He could see them easily enough, with the grass all gone from above the nest."
That was reason enough for Mrs. Bobolink. She wanted to move right[p. 73] away. But there was something to prevent that.
"We certainly can't leave here till the children have learned to fly better than they do now," she said. "But as soon as they can handle themselves well enough we'll go. We'll know—won't we—when Farmer Green begins to mow?"
"Indeed we will!" Bobby cried. "The mowing-machine makes a terrible clatter. And we'll have to quit the neighborhood in a hurry when we hear it, for it moves fast, and cuts the grass down like fire."