“Why do they fly so fast?” asked Evelina.
“They have far to go!” answered Robert Robin, “and they must hurry or they will be late in getting there!”
“There is our White Spring!” shouted Mrs. Robin. “Let us stop there a while and get some new sand for our crops!”
So Robert Robin led his family down to the White Spring.
White Spring was a tiny little spring which gushed from the shady side of a glen. There were no houses nor other buildings near, and very few people knew that there was such a place as White Spring, but Robert Robin’s father had known of it and he had led Robert Robin to its tiny basin, and Robert Robin had shown the spring to Mrs. Robin.
The tired robins were glad to drink of its clear cool water which gushed out of the whitest sand.
“Fill your crops with this nice sharp sand, children!” said Mrs. Robin. “You will need good sand in your crops to digest those Virginia bugs!”
So all the robins filled their crops with the fine white sand, then Robert Robin sat down to rest.
“Do you remember the first time that I brought you to this spring?” he asked Mrs. Robin.
“Oh, yes! Indeed I do!” said Mrs. Robin. “That was when we were on our honeymoon!”