“There were many other robins around here then!” said Robert Robin. “Do you remember that Miss Lena Robin you were so jealous of?” laughed Robert Robin.
“I might have been jealous of her, but at least I was very polite to her and was not rude like you were to that handsome young Mister Percival Robin, whom you were so insanely jealous of! I remember your trying to knock him into the spring, and raving around like mad! Why! You chased him clear over that hill and you were simply too funny for anything, and all because he was very polite to me and he was rather good looking!” said Mrs. Robin.
“Good looking?” said Robert Robin. “Good looking? Why! his head looked like a woodpecker’s, and his tail looked like a chickadee’s, and his legs were long enough for a killdeer!”
“That Miss Lena Robin, you were so infatuated with,——”
“Infatuated with?” screamed Robert Robin. “I barely remember how she looked. But she was not so bad looking! She had pretty eyes, and a charming manner, but what she could see about that long-legged Percival is a mystery to me!”
“What he could see about her is a deeper mystery!” said Mrs. Robin, “but let us not quarrel about those people,—they are nothing to me.”
“Nor to me!” said Robert Robin. “Call the children and we will be on our way!”
So Mrs. Robin called the youngster robins from the patch of bushes where they had been playing I-spy, and all of them whirred away into the higher air on their way to the warm south, and the sound of their wings as they followed close behind Robert Robin went “Swish! Swish! Swish!” like the panting of tiny engines.
THE END