When little birds, such as sparrows and robins, come out of the eggs, have they got feathers?

REYNOLDS, MRS. BAILLIE. SEE Reynolds, Gertrude Mary (Robins) REYNOLDS, ETHEL MANNIN. SEE Mannin, Ethel.

REYNOLDS, GERTRUDE MARY (ROBINS)

SEE Reynolds, Gertrude Mary (Robins) RHEINBERGER, JOSEPH. Scherzo; op.135, with biographical sketch and glossary, rev.

SEE Reynolds, Gertrude Mary Robins.

SEE Reynolds, Gertrude Mary Robins.

REYNOLDS, GERTRUDE MARY ROBINS.

SEE Reynolds, Gertrude Mary Robins.

By Charles W. Cooper & Edmund J. Robins.

Charles W. Cooper & Edmund J. Robins (A); 15May74; R576542. R576598.

In the far Southern States, like Florida, where they take refuge from winter storms, Robins begin to sing in chorus while the weather in the Middle and Northern States is still so cold that it would freeze the music before any one could hear it, even if the birds had courage to sing.

But delightful as the climate is there, where it also provides a plentiful table of berries, these Robins break away from the land of plenty and begin their northern journey before the first shad dares venture up the rivers.

"On and on they go, this great army of Robins, flying in flocks of ten and hundreds.

"Tell us about your Robins, my boy; we shall like to hear the story.

It was a terribly cold day when the Robins came back, along in the first part of March.

If it hadn't been for the Robins, anybody would have thought it was January.

At first the Robins chattered and talked for a while, looking squint-eyed at the berries, but then the bird that came on the clothes-line started down and began to eat.

The Robins acted real mad at first, because it wasn't berries, but after a while one pecked at it and told the others it was all right, and then thirty Robins all sat in a row and ate that meal up, the same as if they were chickens."

The Robins acted real mad at first, because it wasn't berries, but after a while one pecked at it and told the others it was all right, and then thirty Robins all sat in a row and ate that meal up, the same as if they were chickens."

"Pretty soon after that the snow melted, and by April Robins were building around in our yard, in the maples by the road, and all through this orchard.

Robins' eggs are a queer colornot just blue or quite green, but something between, all of their own.

So there is something alike about Bluebirds and Robins that even a boy can see.

They wear much plainer clothes than the Bluebirds and Robins, on their olive or russet-brown backs and light-tinted, dark-spotted breasts, but have the most beautiful voices in all Birdland.

"People call them Wood Robins, too, sometimes.

The blue bird called down in his flight, with his trill of gladness, and the robins flooded the leafless trees and the lawn with gushes of purest melody.