But he had no sooner settled down for another nap than he heard it again, "Chirp, chirp, cheer-up."
He got up and dressed quickly and went downstairs.
"Mother," he said, "I heard something that sounded just like a robin. What could it have been?"
"It was a robin," said Mother. "Come here and see him."
Bobby ran to the Big South Window. There on a branch of the maple tree was Robin Redbreast singing merrily.
"I thought the robins always stayed down South until Spring," said Bobby. "Why did he come back in the dead of Winter?"
"Spring is almost here," said Mother.
"Oh, indeed it can't be," said Bobby, "it is so cold and snowy."
"Robin knows," said Mother.
But Bobby looked out and saw the fields still covered with snow, and saw the huge snowdrifts like mountains and castles along the fences and the whirling snowflakes in the air, and thought, "Robin is mistaken this time."