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Show , THl PANSY THIS, By Mary Seaman. The way a t-eddy Robin spoiled my pansy plants was a surprise, but altogether alto-gether pleasant. ' That best loved bird of our childhood needs a certain thing for his nest. The .4 must hav In It th right quan-ty quan-ty at house building time, or Mr. and Mrs. Robin s house building Is a failure? apt to result m tragedy before th family Is out of the nest. Just In neat building tlms of which I speak the season was unusually dry, and mud, Juat plain, common mud. waa hard te find. X was raising pansy plants In a boa that was placed on a dog kennel. Twice a day while there was so little. rain thes plants ware soaked with watr. and wore thriving satisfactorily. But all at once plants disappeared. Big holes were In the soil where plants ahould be flourishing, flour-ishing, and ther waa n sign of the thief. There appeared to be no one to accuse. Th box wss too high for marauding chirk ns of the neighborhood. Karly next morning, however, the thief was found, and he wss no one but Dsddy Robin! Tho box of plants was quite muddy, and In search for this essential for the plastering of his nest Mr. Robin ' located that desired material In my pansy : box, and I suppose by experimenting he found be could carry awsy larger quantities quanti-ties by taking pansy plants, with ths mud sticking to the fibrous roots. No amount of "shooing" htm away could save the plants and the bed waa rather empty that summer, while his seat waa welt nlsatered. Th nest was a queer one. or ele It was a queer pair of robins that built It. for It was perched on a tetephowe pole at the crosspiece, the lest place one would think the robins would choose for a Best . Is a town filled with trees. The neet dung there through the vicissitudes of many hard rains that followed tho drv spell, and later nlc young robins with fat. speck led breasts hopped a bout t he yard, reminding me daily of . why mj asv bed waa nipty, . f |