Part 1 (1/2)

Bobby of Cloverfield Farm.

by Helen Fuller Orton.

I

One cold morning in March, Bobby Hill was wakened by a sound he had not heard since last Fall, ”Chirp, chirp, cheer-up.”

”That sounds just like a robin,” he thought.

He sat up in bed and looked out of the window. It was a cold, dark, stormy morning. Heavy clouds covered the sky. The North wind was blowing the snow hither and thither.

Bobby leaned nearer the window so he could see the ground. There was the snow like a blanket of white over the yard and the road and the fields.

There were the snowdrifts like mountains and castles along the fences.

Bobby s.h.i.+vered as he looked at it and snuggled back under the covers.

”I must have been dreaming,” he thought. ”It isn't time for robins.”

But he had no sooner settled down for another nap than he heard it again, ”Chirp, chirp, cheer-up.”

He got up and dressed quickly and went downstairs.

”Mother,” he said, ”I heard something that sounded just like a robin.

What could it have been?”

”It _was_ a robin,” said Mother. ”Come here and see him.”

Bobby ran to the Big South Window. There on a branch of the maple tree was Robin Redbreast singing merrily.

”I thought the robins always stayed down South until Spring,” said Bobby. ”Why did he come back in the dead of Winter?”

”Spring is almost here,” said Mother.

”Oh, indeed it can't be,” said Bobby, ”it is so cold and snowy.”

”Robin knows,” said Mother.

But Bobby looked out and saw the fields still covered with snow, and saw the huge snowdrifts like mountains and castles along the fences and the whirling snowflakes in the air, and thought, ”Robin is mistaken this time.”

After he had finished his morning ch.o.r.es, Bobby took his sled and slid down the little hill at the side of the house, as he had done nearly every day all Winter. Twenty-seven times he slid down the hill.

Then he and Rover, the Big Shepherd Dog, went across the field to the snowdrifts in the fence corners. Bobby slid down a huge s...o...b..nk, which gave his sled such a start that he went skimming over the field on the hard snow. Eight long slides he took there.

In the afternoon, he went skating on the Duck Pond. It was s.h.i.+ny and smooth and beautiful for skating. Twenty times across the pond he went.

When he went into the house, Mother said, ”Well, Bobby, you have had a busy day.”

”I've had lots of fun,” said Bobby. ”I shall go sliding and skating every day all Winter.”