But you are anxious to know something about Bobby Bear's home. It was in a great, gloomy cave. Only the front part had the sunshine. Away in the back part it was dark, pitch dark, like night.
The bears didn't mind this, of course, for when night came, instead of reading books like children and grown-ups, they just went right off to sleep.
BOBBY GROWS UP
Bobby Bear was growing to be a big bear, fast. Soon he would be a big-boy bear.
Most of the time he stayed at home with Mother Bear, helping her in the house when he wasn't playing.
It wasn't much fun for Bobby Bear to play. He had no other little bears for company. So he had to play and pretend bears were with him.
He would say, "You sit there, Little Gray Bear," or "Now, Little Black Bear, you be quiet."
One day Bobby Bear wandered down by the river, lonesome and sad. The rippling waters seemed to say to him that some day he would have a little playmate, just like little human children had.
And when he was in the forest he would stop and listen to the whispering of the trees. They, too, seemed to tell of the time when a little girl would bring a great joy to him—poor, lonely, little Bobby Bear.