irrels were sitting as still as sticks.

Robert Robin, and David Songsparrow, and Jeremiah Yellowbird, each of
them was sure that the big hawk was looking right at them, but they did
not move as the great gray bird floated straight towards their tree.

"Swish! Swish!" came the sound of wings; "Caw! Caw!" shouted Jim Crow,
and five black crows darted downward through the branches of Robert
Robin's tree, and Mister Percy Hawk knew that the very best thing that
he could do for himself was to hurry away before the angry crows pulled
the feathers out of his back. Percy Hawk soared out of the woods, and
when he was above the pasture he struck the air with his powerful wings
and circled in great loops, and soon he was flying high above the tops
of the tallest tree.

The other crows went home, but Jim Crow came and perched in Robert
Robin's tree.

"Thank you very much for driving that terrible hawk away from my tree!"
said Robert Robin to Mister Jim Crow.

"Oh, you are entirely welcome, Mister Robin!" said Jim Crow. "If I had
only been here a moment before, I would have picked a few feathers out
of that bad Percy Hawk's back to pay him for always trying to catch my
baby crows!"

Then Jim Crow went over where the farmer was plowing, and Jeremiah
Yellowbird went home, and David Songsparrow caught a bug for his
breakfast, and Mister Gabriel Chipmunk came out and sat on his stump
and said "Chip! Chip!" as loudly as he could say it, and the squirrels
began chattering, and Major Partridge played a tune on his drum, and
Mister Robert Robin mounted the very highest twig of his big basswood
tree and sang a song for Mrs. Robin:

"Cheer up! Cheer up!
Cheer up! Cheer, up!
Be cheery!
Be cheery!
Cheer up! Cheer up!"

CHAPTER II

MISTER ROBERT ROBIN SEES THE FARMER'S NEW MALTESE CAT

One fine afternoon Mister Robert Robin was down under the pasture-field
brush trying to find some brown bugs. He had caught one, but two more
got away from him, so he was beginning to feel discouraged, when he
happened to look up and see Mrs. Henrietta Partridge sitting on her nest
under a beechwood bush.

Up to that time Mister Robert Robin had not known that Mrs. Partridge
had a nest, although he had suspected it.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Partridge!" said Robert Robin, as he made a very
polite bow. "This is wonderful weather we are having!"

"Good afternoon, Mister Robin!" said Mrs. Partridge. "Yes, it is fine
weath