Everybody agreed with her. And then and there they made Bobby Bobolink a member of the Pleasant Valley Singing Society. There was no doubt that he had sung his song without a bit of help.
"It was wonderful!" everybody exclaimed--everybody but Buddy Brown Thrasher. He muttered that it was no wonder he made a mistake, for he didn"t know the song himself. And he said it was much too fast for his taste.
VIII
THE HOUSE IN THE MEADOW
BOBBY BOBOLINK and his wife had talked a good deal about the home they were going to have.
And unlike some people, who are forever planning things but never begin the actual doing of them, they soon set to work to build their nest.
First, of course, they had to find a pleasant place for it. So they looked the ground over carefully. Bobby Bobolink favored the exact center of the big meadow building site, for he said that if Johnnie Green ever came into the meadow he was more likely to take a short cut across a corner of it than he was to walk straight through the middle.
"You may not know," he said to his wife, "that Farmer Green doesn"t care to have the gra.s.s on the farm trampled down."
But Mrs. Bobolink replied that there were other things to think of. She said that she liked to live in a rather moist place--that such a spot was comfortable in hot weather. And furthermore she wanted to be near water. "If you need a drink on a warm day it"s not always convenient to go far out of your way for it," she pointed out.
Well, Bobby Bobolink saw at once that Mrs. Bobolink had made up her mind, and there was no use trying to change it. Besides, he wanted to please her.
"Then, my dear, where would you like to have our house built?" he asked.
"I should prefer to settle in the lower end of the meadow, near Cedar Swamp," she replied. "The ground thereabouts is just damp enough to suit me. And there"s always plenty of water to drink in the swamp....
Besides," she added, "it"s somewhat marshy in that part of the meadow.
"And you won"t find Johnny Green trespa.s.sing down there. He might get his feet wet!"
Bobby Bobolink turned his head away so that his wife wouldn"t notice the smile that flitted across his face. He saw that Mrs. Bobolink didn"t know Johnnie Green very well.
In summer Johnnie almost always went barefooted. And he never minded getting his feet wet any more than Paddy Muskrat did.
But if his wife wanted their nest near the swamp, Bobby Bobolink was willing to oblige her.
"Very well!" he said. "Let"s go down there now and look for the best place to build."
So off they flew. And after a careful search they discovered a snug little hollow in the ground that entirely suited them both.
Since the spot was somewhat moist, early in the season as it was the gra.s.s grew thick and high all around, making a fine screen to prevent prying eyes from seeing what was to be hidden there.
Having decided on their building site, Bobby Bobolink and his wife began to gather weed stems, leaves and coa.r.s.e gra.s.ses, all left over from the year before and dried by the spring sunshine. Those served for the outside of the nest. As for the inside, they lined that with soft, fine gra.s.ses, because they expected to keep something precious in that nest before a great while.
IX
JOHNNIE GREEN INTRUDES
BOBBY BOBOLINK and his wife had finished their new nest.
"There!" Mrs. Bobolink exclaimed, as she gave the lining of soft gra.s.ses a final pat. "There"s not another thing to be done to it."
"It"s perfect!" Bobby told her. "But I think I can make one slight improvement, for we mustn"t forget Henry Hawk." And while his wife looked on somewhat anxiously he bent a few gra.s.s stalks over so that they completely hid the nest from anybody pa.s.sing overhead.
"Henry Hawk will never spy our nest now," Bobby remarked a few minutes later, as he flew back and forth over the spot and tried in vain to catch a glimpse of their new home. "If I can"t see it as near as I am, Henry Hawk will never find it as he sails high above the meadow, for all his eyes are terribly sharp."
Mrs. Bobolink then told her husband that his improvement was a fine one.
And Bobby was so well pleased that he sang a song for his wife, while she rested from her labors.
After that they flew off and told all their friends that their new home was built. But they didn"t invite anybody to a house-warming, for that was not their way. They never so much as told people where their house was hidden. They were afraid that some gossip might drop a hint to old Mr. Crow, or his noisy cousin, Jasper Jay, or perhaps Mr. Blackbird.
And later there would be something in the nest that would have made a dainty meal for any one of those rascals. No! Mr. and Mrs. Bobolink did not intend to have their nest robbed of its treasure--not if they could help it!
Now, it was only a short time later that Bobby Bobolink and his wife shared a wonderful secret. Five grayish-white eggs, each quite pointed at one end, lay in their nest. And n.o.body but themselves was a bit the wiser.
To be sure, the neighbors remarked that Bobby Bobolink was simply bursting with song. He was more musical than ever. But they never dreamed what it was that could make him even happier than he had always been.
At last there came a time when Bobby--though he was just as happy--seemed to have less leisure for singing. And then it was easy for the neighbors to guess the reason for that, because it was plain that the Bobolink family was not gathering great numbers of gra.s.shoppers and caterpillars merely for the fun of it.
Hidden as the little Bobolinks were in the tall gra.s.s, no stranger found them. Of course, Mrs. Bobolink went to some trouble to keep the secret of her nest in the family. Whenever she left her home she moved along the ground a little way before rising into view. And when she returned she alighted some distance off and scurried through the gra.s.s until she reached home.
By taking such pains she kept others from knowing exactly where her nest was. And nothing had happened to alarm her until one day she caught sight of Johnnie Green. He had come into the meadow to hunt for strawberries. And to Mrs. Bobolink"s dismay he was headed straight for her house.
X
FOOLING JOHNNIE GREEN
WHEN Mrs. Bobolink saw Johnnie Green, carrying a tin pail, come walking through the meadow straight towards her house she was terribly frightened. She was not afraid for herself. Her only thought was of her children, who were still too young to leave the nest.
Somehow Mrs. Bobolink felt sure that Johnnie was searching for her nest, for he had his head bent toward the ground, as if he were looking for something. And that bright tin pail! Mrs. Bobolink viewed it with alarm.
She just knew that it was meant to carry off her children!
Of course Johnnie Green was only looking for strawberries. But Mrs.
Bobolink didn"t know that. All at once she remembered how she had objected to having her nest in the very center of the meadow, although her husband had told her that he thought it the safest place. And it came back to her, too, how she had said that Johnnie Green would never come into the lower end of the meadow, near Cedar Swamp, for fear of getting his feet wet.
Poor Mrs. Bobolink choked as she thought how foolish she had been. But it was too late to move now. And she didn"t see what she was going to do. She wished Bobby was at home, though she had no idea how he could have headed off Johnnie Green who was fast drawing nearer.
As soon as she could speak she called "Chenk, chenk!" at the top of her voice. She could think of nothing else to say.
Luckily Bobby was not far away. And hearing his wife"s alarm call, he turned to hurry home. But seeing Johnnie Green, he swerved sharply aside and dropped down upon a tuft of gra.s.s not too near the nest.
And then Bobby Bobolink made a great fuss. He cried "c.h.i.n.k, c.h.i.n.k!" over and over again, now fluttering into the gra.s.s, now bobbing into sight again. Johnnie Green couldn"t help noticing him.