Bob Robinson’s Baby

Bos Rosinson the cock-robin
was always inclined to bea little
pretentious.

Before he was fully fledged
he thrust his hands beneath
his coat-tails, stood with his
legs wide apart on the edge of
the nest, put his head a-one-
side, and remarked—

   

( “Hum! Yes, a very decent

&, Me sort of garden. Mould looks rich,
i - and promises worms. Cherry-trees
sgtimson 1 see—and currant-bushes — yes.
ene Wants a few alterations here and

there; but very fair—very fair.”
From that moment he never took his
hands from under his coat-tails. Just go

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