Part 4 (1/2)

”Ca-daa-cut! Ca-daa-cut!” he screa rooster was one of the first to get under the barn

Widow Blunt rocked back and forth in her splint-bottohed ”It is better than a vaudeville!” she said

Mister Sa in Widow Blunt's early cherry tree

Sa in a cherry tree in the daytiood, and they tellin that tree!” Then Sa, ”Tut! Tut! Tut!” in the harvest apple tree

”I alad that you caly owl out of that cherry tree so that I et some oing to do!” said Samson Crow ”But what puzzles ht near a house, in broad daylight! Why is he there, and what does he want?”

”I have no doubt but that he is after my cherries!” said Robert Robin

”That is all I care to know about it!” said Samson Crow ”I will drive him out of your tree this veryowl glared at hilass eyes and neverowl sat perfectly still Around and around the tree flew Sa owl sat perfectly still Sa owl, but the big owl did not even turn his head, nor change the steady gaze of his great glass eyes ”Help! Help!”

screamed Sahed, and laughed, and laughed, and rocked backwards and forwards in her splint-botto, ”Tut! Tut! Tut!--Tut! Tut! Tut!”

and wishi+ng that the big oould fly away, but the big owl did not lass eyes

About four o'clock Widow Blunt put on her sunbonnet and her cotton gloves with the fingers cut off, and with an eight-quart tin pail with strips of zinc soldered across the bottoht quarts of ripe red cherries fro stuffed oatched her with his great glass eyes, and never said a word

Then the Widow Blunt took her eight-quart pail full of ripe red cherries into her kitchen and set it on the kitchen table, then she went back to where her stepladder was standing under the cherry tree, and climbed her stepladder once more and untied the stuffed owl, and put him under her arm, and carried him back to her parlor and put hilass dome over him, to keep the dust off

Widow Blunt carried her stepladder back into her woodhouse, then she hung her sunbonnet on a nail behind the kitchen door, and put her cotton gloves in the secretary drahere she would knohere to find the season came Widow Blunt then looked out of the kitchen , and saw Robert Robin picking one of her ripe red cherries Then Widow Blunt sat down in her splint-bottomed chair by the kitchenand watched Robert Robin and Mrs Robert Robin come and pick her cherries

”Those robins will not let any of o to waste,” she said

”But I suppose they have a large faht quarts is all I need for myself!” And Widow Blunt rocked backwards and forwards in her splint-botto she knew the clock struck six and woke her up

”Mercy! I went to sleep in et those cherries canned before dark!”

”Where did the big owl go?” asked Mrs Robin of Robert Robin

”A woht him and carried him away, but he ate ht him!” said Mister Robert Robin

CHAPTER IV

MISTER ROBERT ROBIN HAS AN ADVENTURE WITH THE FARMER'S MALTESE CAT