Should I be stolen away;

So I'll speak to the birds

In my softest words,

Nor hurt them in my play.

"And when they can fly

In the bright blue sky,

They'll warble a song to me;

And then, if I'm sad,

It will make me glad

To think they are happy and free."

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CHAPTER III.

JACK ROBIN'S CART.

A few days after this, it rained very hard. The children were of course confined to the house, though Annie pleaded to go with her father to the barn.

After standing for some time gazing from the window, to watch the drops following each other down the glass, she saw Mr. and Mrs. Robin springing[Pg 34] from one bough to another, chirping contentedly.

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"I wonder they can be so happy when it rains," she thought. "I mean to make some paper dolls, and then perhaps I shan't think so much about staying in doors."

She ran quickly up stairs, and brought down a large box full of pasteboard, and pieces of paper of various colors.

Grandpa sat reading by 

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