Part 3 (1/2)
”I only singwhen the weather is dry!” answered Robert Robin ”Still I would do al down!”
So Robert Robin flew up to the top of his big basswood tree to sing his ”Dry Weather” song, in the rain
Mister Ji in his tall he that the rain would stop falling, for he was as wet as water could make him From over the tops of the tall forest trees ca:
”Dry up the crick!
Dry up the crick!
Dry up the beetles!
Dry up the beetles!
Dry up the crick!”
”Ha! Ha! Ha!” laughed Ji his 'Dry Weather' song! He is saying 'dry up the crick!'--hebe funnier than that wet bird sitting in the rain, and singing about dry weather? The creek is roaring down through the sheep pasture, like a yellow river! 'Dry up the crick!' Ha!
Ha! Ha!” and Ji wet
”Dry up the crick!” screaain, until he was too tired to sing anyit seven ti down harder than ever!”
”Well! You did your best, dear!” said Mrs Robin ”It isn't your fault if it rains,” and she could srew lighter, and with a roar that shook the earth a an to break away; the blue sky shone in patches between the torn clouds, and the rain was over
No ht the fierce wind raved and roared, and when the sun ca the branches of the el the tops of the tall pines, but Robert Robin's big basswood tree stood on the northeast side of the forest, so that the wind scarcely touched it
During the night four little baby robins had pecked their way out of the blue eggs, and when daylight came, Mrs Robin had cleared the nest of broken shells and was covering her babies with her war branch close by He was oiling and arranging his feathers with great care
”You _did_ , didn't you, dear?” said Mrs Robin
”I s happen!” said Robert Robin, as he lifted a feather and oiled it on the under side
”I have a little surprise for you!” said Mrs Robin
Robert Robin looked, and as Mrs Robin stood up, he saw four little baby robins The four little baby robins looked at him and opened their mouths just as wide as they could
”Why didn't you tell me they were here?” he said ”The poor little dears are alet theain and fed one of the more food for the babies, but the babies looked so nearly alike that Robert Robin fed the sah
”Men are such blunderbusses!” she said
”Why don't you have your children marked so one can tell them apart?” he said
”I will place little Elizabeth at the north side of the nest, little Sheldon at the east, Montgomery at the south, and Evelina at the west!”
All day long Robert Robin did nothing except carry food for the baby robins, but the next day Mrs Robin helped him, and both of thery They never did seeh to eat
”The children have wonderful appetites!” said Mrs Robin
”They are simply ravenous!” said Robert Robin