“Mercy! I went to sleep in my chair!” she said. “Now I will have to hurry to get those cherries canned before dark!”
“Where did the big owl go?” asked Mrs. Robin of Robert Robin.
“A woman caught him and carried him away, but he ate many of the very best cherries before she caught him!” said Mister Robert Robin.
CHAPTER IV
MISTER ROBERT ROBIN HAS AN ADVENTURE WITH THE FARMER’S MALTESE CAT
It was a beautiful morning. The sun had just lifted his bright face above the eastern hills; the dew was still glistening on the leaves, and Mister Robert Robin was perched in the very top of his big basswood tree singing his “Sun-up” song.
He looked very handsome in his dark brown topcoat and his red vest, as he finished singing his “Sun-up” song and looked around to see what he could see.
From the meadow came the sound of Bob-o-link’s “Spingle! Spangle!” song, and David Songsparrow was singing his seven morning songs, and even Jeremiah Yellowbird was doing his best to make his little voice ring through the woods as Robert Robin’s mellow notes had sounded a moment before.