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O NCE when Father was away in the city Bobby went all by himself to the little town where the road began, to get Mother a spool of thread.
He wasn't a bit afraid of losing his way. All he had to do was to follow the Big Road straight from his own door into the little village street where the stores were. That was easy to do.
Mother thought he would be sure to meet somebody on the
road, so many people went to town every day; but the
only traveler that Bobby saw was a fuzzy brown
caterpillar. Bobby could not wait to keep company with
such a
He danced and skipped along the road as if he were on springs. When he came to the plum thicket where Father and he sometimes got ripe plums he did not stop to look for a single one.
He did not even peep at the young birds in the
thrushes' nest that Father had found in the hedge; and
though there were
He went to town so quickly and came back so quickly that Mother could scarcely believe her eyes when she saw him coming with the spool of thread in his hand.
When Father came home that night and heard what a fine errand boy Bobby was, he made a rhyme about him. This is the rhyme:
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Little Bobby Like a little bird he goes. When he's sent on errands—My! How his little feet do fly! Can it be—do you He has wings upon his toes? |