flew swiftly and silently to a tree not far off, he looked three times as big as before.
     As I went on, I was amazed by the many songs of robins, that filled the air on every side, far and near; a song-sparrow warbled and the sun shone yellow thru the mists. As I was writing Mother called that there were two robins across the street; we all run to where we could see them. There they were on the sidewalk two big red-breasted robins. Their winter trip to the south seemed to have agreed with them for they were fat and sleek. One would run along a little ways and then would stop and stand up erect, puffing out his breast; then the other would do likewise, and this they kept up until they went out of sight up the street.
     On the way to school, we saw a robin sitting on an apple tree; suddenly he burst into song. How he must have worshipped the sky and sun to sing such a wonderful song. I believe that the robin has is my favorite spring-bird - true the song of a blue-bird, the call of the cardinal, the cry of a Peter-bird, the warble of a song­-sparrow and hundreds of other birds all make me wild - but still the robin is so bold