Nanny groaned. "You'll go and get lost too," she whined. "And there'll be nobody left but me."
Tap, tap, tap, at the window pane.
"What's that?" asked the old man sharply.
Nanny hobbled to the window and looked out; there was nobody.
Tap, tap, tap again at the window. The miser himself went this time and opened it.
In flew a robin, hopping about with his head on one side, and his keen twinkling eyes fixed upon the miser.
"Bless me! It's a robin! What does it want? Crumbs? Can't afford to keep birds," said the old man gruffly.
Robin flew to the window, and then turned as if to say, "Follow me."
The old woman watched it curiously.
"Birds are queer creatures; you would almost say it knew where the child was," she said.