Helen Fuller Orton, Bobby of Cloverfield Farm
“ Bobby leaned nearer the window so he could see the ground. There was the snow like a blanket of white over [Pg 2] the yard and the road and the fields. There were the snowdrifts like mountains and castles along the fences.Bobby shivered as he looked at it and snuggled back under the covers."I must have been dreaming," he thought. "It isn't time for robins."But he had no sooner settled down for another nap than he heard it again, "Chirp, chirp, cheer-up."He got up and dressed quickly and went downstairs."Mother," he said, "I heard something that sounded just like a robin. ”
