ut the bone, the
hungrier he became, so at last he looked up at the farmer's Maltese cat
and said:

"Woof! The next time I see you, Kitty! The next time I see you, Kitty!"

And the farmer's Maltese cat growled at the big bulldog and said, "If my
dog was here he would eat you up!"

Then Mister Bulldog laughed and showed all his teeth and said, "The next
time I see you, Kitty!" And then he went back to the place where he was
visiting and dug up the bone, and it was even better than he had
expected.

When the dog had gone, the farmer's Maltese cat slid down the elm tree
and ran all the way home, and found that the farmer's long-eared hound
dog had eaten all the breakfast which the farmer's wife had put in the
cat dish.

And Mister Robert Robin said to Mrs. Robin: "I hope that nice bulldog
stays all summer!"

And every time the farmer's big Maltese cat looked at the woods he said
to himself, "That is the place where that bulldog lives!"

CHAPTER V

ROBERT ROBIN SINGS HIS CHERRY SONG

Robert Robin was very happy. The cherries were ripe, and from the top of
his tall basswood tree he could see dozens of cherry trees laden with
the ripe, red fruit.

The little robins were very fond of cherries, and they never forgot to
pop the pits, so that under Robert Robin's basswood tree there were soon
great quantities of cherry pits.

One day the farmer and his hired man were coming through the woods, and
they saw the cherry pits scattered around under the big basswood.

"Look at those cherry pits!" said the hired man.

"Those are not cherry pits, they are basswood bobs!" said the farmer.

"No! They are cherry pits!" said the hired man.

"Ha! Ha!" laughed the farmer. "Cherries do not grow on basswood trees!"

"I guess that I know a cherry pit when I see one!" said the hired man.
"And if those are not cherry pits, I'll fry my mittens and eat 'em for
supper!"

"The trouble with you, Hank, is that you are never willing to give up
when you are wrong!" said the farmer. "How could so many cherry pits be
under a basswood tree?"

Just then, one of the baby robins "popped" a pit, and the little cherry
stone rattled against the branches of the basswood and fell to the
ground near the hired man's feet.

The farmer picked it up and said: "Now, look here, Hank! There is no use
of your standing there and telling me that that is a cherry pit, when
both of us saw it drop off that basswood! Cherry pits don't drop off
bass