"Hello, Robin Redbreast," called Bobby. "I'm glad you are back again. But you'll be very cold up here. It isn't Spring yet."
"Chirp, chirp," said Robin. "Cheer-up, cheer-y." And he flew up to a branch of the willow tree.
Bobby's eyes followed Robin into the willow tree. What were all those little gray things on the twigs around Robin?
Bobby looked more closely. "Why I do believe—I do believe—can it be those are pussy willows?" he exclaimed.
Around the pond to the tree he ran. Sure enough! Pussy willows they were.
Bobby reached up and picked some of the twigs. Then he ran to the house as fast as he could run.
"Oh, Mother," he exclaimed, "see the pussy willows! I believe Spring is almost here."
"Robin knew," said Mother.
"Good!" said Bobby. Then he added, "But there won't be any more sleigh-rides, or sliding down hill, or skating."
"Just wait and see what fun Summer will bring," Mother replied.