He come out of th' nest in th' other garden an' when first he flew over th' wall he was too weak to fly back for a few days an' we got friendly.

When he went over th' wall again th' rest of th' brood was gone an' he was lonely an' he come back to me." "What kind of a bird is he ?" Mary asked.
"Doesn't tha' know?
He's a robin redbreast an' they're th' friendliest, curiousest birds alive.

They're almost as friendly as dogs--if you know how to get on with 'em.

Watch him peckin' about there an' lookin' round at us now an' again.

He knows we're talkin' about him." It was the queerest thing in the world to see the old fellow.