OBERT ROBIN TELLS THE STORY OF WINTER 85

IX. MISTER ROBERT ROBIN HAS A BATTLE WITH
THE SPARROWS 99

X. ROBERT ROBIN AND HIS FAMILY GO SOUTH 110

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

They did not move as the great gray bird
floated straight toward their tree Frontis

FACING PAGE

Both of them were scared almost out of their wits 36

They sat in an apple tree and watched the gulls
swooping and soaring through the air 76

The sparrows came rushing straight at
Robert Robin and his family 104

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THE EXCITING ADVENTURES OF MISTER ROBERT ROBIN

CHAPTER I

WHERE MISTER ROBERT ROBIN LIVED, AND SOMETHING ABOUT HIS NEIGHBORS

Mister and Mrs. Robert Robin lived in the big basswood tree which stood
at the corner of Mister Tom Squirrel's woods.

Their nest was made of sticks, and grass, and mud, and was so well
hidden in the largest fork of the tree that if you had been standing
near the foot of the big basswood, you could not have seen Mister Robert
Robin's nest at all. But if you had been able to fly up into the top of
the big basswood tree, then you might have looked down and seen the nest
and Mrs. Robert Robin's four greenish blue eggs, right in the middle of
it.

But if Mister Robert Robin, or Mrs. Robert Robin had spied you up in
their tree, they would have made a great fuss about it. They would have
screamed with all their might, and if you had gone near their nest they
would have flown right at you, and tried to frighten you away.

Many of Robert Robin's cousins, and aunts, and uncles lived in town.
They built their nests in the parks, and in the shade trees along the
streets. Some of them even built their nests in the porches, and on the
eaves troughs, and in barns, and sheds, and in the church steeples.
Others of Robert Robin's family lived out in the country, and had their
nests around the farmer's buildings, in orchards, under bridges, in
windmills, and in almost every other sort of a place, but Mister and
Mrs. Robert Robin would rather live in their own tall basswood tree than
any other place in the whole wide world.

Each Fall, when the weather grew cold, and the w