robins to get acquainted with.

"Oh, where is he? where is he? Do find my poor Tip-Top," said Jamie,
crying as loud as he could scream. "I'll kill that horrid cat,--I'll
kill her!"

Mr. and Mrs. Robin, who had come home meantime, joined their
plaintive chirping to the general confusion; and Mrs. Robin's bright
eyes soon discovered her poor little son, where Pussy was patting and
rolling him from one paw to the other under the currant-bushes; and
settling on the bush above, she called the little folks to the spot
by her cries.

Jamie plunged under the bush, and caught the cat with luckless Tip-
Top in her mouth; and, with one or two good thumps, he obliged her to
let him go. Tip-Top was not dead, but in a sadly draggled and torn
state. Some of his feathers were torn out, and one of his wings was
broken, and hung down in a melancholy way.

"Oh, what SHALL we do for him? He will die. Poor Tip-Top!" said the
children.

"Let's put him back into the nest, children," said mamma. "His
mother will know best what to do with him."

So a ladder was got, and papa climbed up and put poor Tip-Top safely
into the nest. The cat had shaken all the nonsense well out of him;
he was a dreadfully humbled young robin.

The time came at last when all the other birds in the nest learned to