. Stories of humble friends . Animal behavior. 113. moved he moved, too. I used to call to him, but he never answered me. There was glass between us and we could not reach each other. Sometimes when I sat on the red pincushion and pulled the pins out, I would look up and see that he had been pulling pins out of his red pincushion in that other room. He always pulled out just as many pins as I did. Robin in Mischief He was a funny bird. I never grew tired of watching him through the glass, but I never got to know him very well. One day, while I was amusing myself on the bureau, my mistress left
. Stories of humble friends . Animal behavior. 113. moved he moved, too. I used to call to him, but he never answered me. There was glass between us and we could not reach each other. Sometimes when I sat on the red pincushion and pulled the pins out, I would look up and see that he had been pulling pins out of his red pincushion in that other room. He always pulled out just as many pins as I did. Robin in Mischief He was a funny bird. I never grew tired of watching him through the glass, but I never got to know him very well. One day, while I was amusing myself on the bureau, my mistress left the room. She closed the door behind her, but I suppose she did not latch it. Suddenly I saw the door in that other looking- glass room open. In through the crack looked two fierce, yellow eyes. A terrible, lank, black cat came stealing in. It looked about the room. The looking-glass robin did not seem to see it. He Pyle's Humble Friends.— Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Pyle, Katharine, d. 1938. New York : American Book Co.
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