"Steady, my little one," called out Mr. Robin. "Open your wings like this. There, that is right; now let go the nest. One moment more, and you'll be safe on the ground."
"Bravo! pretty bird, bravo!" shouted Fred, who had that moment opened the outer door. "That was well done for a beginner. Come, hop up this way, and I'll give you some crumbs."
"Chirp, chirp, chirp," answered little Katy, her bright eyes twinkling with pleasure.
Fred darted into the house, and presently returned with a liberal supply of food.
Mr. Robin caught up the largest piece just as Dick was hopping toward it, and ascended with it to the nest.
"O, ho!" exclaimed Fred, "I suppose there are more birdies in the tree."
"Yes," said Annie, "[**extra ">[who had run to the door in her night dress, "you know we counted four little mites of robins."
"O, don't let that greedy bird get all the best crumbs!" she added, as Dick hopped from one piece of bread to another, catching them up as fast as he could.
"Just see how pretty those act," said Fred, pointing to Jack and Katy.
"Yes, he stands back to give her a chance, but the greedy one cares for none but himself."