. The pot of gold, and other stories . loonwho was a very large bird, was crazy, and thought hewas a bobolink. Link, link, bobolink. he sang allday long, instead of crying in the way a loon usuallydoes. His voice was not anywhere near the rightpitch for a bobolinks song, but that made no dif-ference. Link, link, bobolink/ he kept on singingfrom morning till night. Toby did not mind knitting, but he did not like tomake the soup. It had never seemed to him to be amans work, and besides, it hurt his old, rheumaticback to bend over the soup-kettle. That was whatput it into his head to get married
. The pot of gold, and other stories . loonwho was a very large bird, was crazy, and thought hewas a bobolink. Link, link, bobolink. he sang allday long, instead of crying in the way a loon usuallydoes. His voice was not anywhere near the rightpitch for a bobolinks song, but that made no dif-ference. Link, link, bobolink/ he kept on singingfrom morning till night. Toby did not mind knitting, but he did not like tomake the soup. It had never seemed to him to be amans work, and besides, it hurt his old, rheumaticback to bend over the soup-kettle. That was whatput it into his head to get married again. He thoughtif he could find a pleasant, tidy woman, who wouldstir the soup while he sat in the door beside the loon,and knit the stockings, he could live much morecomfortably than he did. Now Toby thought he knew of just the one hewanted. She was a widow who lived a few squares 188 TOBY. from him. She was as sweet-tempered as a dove, andnobody could find a speck of dirt in her house if h&was to search all day with a ^^v^m^^^^^S TOBY AND THE CRAZY LOON. Toby thought about it for a long- time. He didnot wish to take any rash step, but his back got lamer TOBY. 189 and stiffer, and when one day the soup burned on tothe kettle, and he dropped some stitches in his stock-ing running- to lift it off, he made up his mind. The very next morning after his six grandchildrenhad gone to school, he put on his coat with phospho-rescent buttons, lit his lantern, and started out. Link,link, bobolink! cried the crazy loon as he went outthe door. • Yes ; I am going to bring home a pleasant andneat mistress for you, and maybe you will recoveryour reason, said Toby. Link, link, bobolink! cried the crazy loon. Toby limped away through the darkness. Thewind was blowing hard that morning, and as he turnedthe corner, puff ! came a gust and blew out his lantern. He felt in every pocket, but he had not a matchin one of them. He hesitated whether to go back forone or not. Finally, he thou
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