Ir was tea time when Mrs, Robin fluttered into the Sparrows' Nest. Mrs, Sparrow called out: "Come in, come in."
"Ever so nice of you to coun Mrs. Sparrow, hospitably plumping up a heap of moss. "Sit down and make yourself at home."
"A pleasure," said Mrs. Robin. "What lovely weather for the time of year."
"We shall pay for it, I expect," said Mrs, Sparrow.
"That's what they all say," said Mrs. Robin.
"Toasted worm?" asked Mrs.
Sparrow.
"My favourite" said Mrs. Robin. "Any news?"
"Nothing special," said Mrs, Sparrow.
"How's the old trouble?"
Sparrow, with a wry face and quick intake of breath.
dear, oh dear," said Mrs.
"Another attack coming on?"
"It's nothing" said Mrs, Sparrow ing her beak into a brave on suffer more than you say," seid Mrs. Robin. "You can't deceive me."
"So long as we deceive the men," said Mrs, Sparrow. "That's all that matters."
"You're right there," said Mrs, Robin, accepting another piece of toasted worm. "If I told Mr. Robin half what I go through with ry stomach he'd have a fit, I'm sure."
"Well thats men all over, isn't it?" asked Mrs. Sparrow. "They expect you to keep bright and cheerful even when knives are going round and round inside you."
"Thats right, said
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