168 Bob Robinson’s Baby

“But it is my only egg,” said Mrs.
Robinson sorrowfully. “I shall miss it
so.”

“Pooh, my dear. You mustn’t brood
over it—an egg is not a thing to brood
upon.”

So Mr. Robinson took advantage of the
nursery window being open,
and deposited the egg care-

fully by the side of the baby
in the cot: and next morn-
ing Mr. R. arose early and
went forth; immediately
returning, full of excite-
ment, to the nest.

“Get up, Cecilia,” he said ;
“the egg as hatched out a
baby! There’s a brand new
baby by the side of the year old one! It’s
ours.”

Mrs. Robinson was all of a flutter. ‘Dear,
dear! just fancy now!” she said. ‘How
jealous Mrs. Dick Robinson, who lives in
that other garden over there, will be! She
will be only too proud to call upon me now ;