"This isn't any fun," thought Bobby. "I'll go over and slide down the snowbanks." He and Rover started across the field; but at every step they went down through the soft snow into the water beneath.
"This isn't any fun either. Is it?" said he to Rover.
Rover looked up into Bobby's face and seemed to say, "I don't care for it much myself." So they went back to the house.
Rover lay down by the fire to dry off; but Bobby took his skates and went to the Duck Pond. When he got there, he found the ice on the Duck Pond covered with pools of water.
"I'll wait till another day to skate," he thought.
He was just starting back to the house, when there came to his ears the same sound he had heard the last two mornings, "Chirp, chirp, chirp."
Bobby looked across the pond. There, on the ground under the willow tree, was a robin.
"Hello, Robin Redbreast," called Bobby. "I'm glad you are back again"