182 Bob Robinson’s Baby

evening the littke mound was completely
covered with small white flowers.

“ Dear me, the young woman does nothing
but cry,” said Bob, as he and Cecilia sat
looking in at the window of the small house.
‘‘She must have been very fond of our baby.
Any one would imagine it had been her own.
Well, I do believe she did her very best for
our child; and I shall always regret that I
behaved so harshly to those people.”

And Bob Robinson sat on the window-
sill, and sang every day to the young woman
to cheer her; while Mrs. Bob placed fresh
daisies on the little mound.

“Don’t you think, dear, it would be better
for us to be contented with little robins in
future?” said Mrs. Bob.