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Jolly Robin had often wished when she was trying to feed a rapidly-growing family that she could hunt for angleworms as Grandfather Mole did. And this summer it seemed to her that she never would be able to take proper care of her nestful of children. There was one of her family in particular that was especially greedy. Mrs.
"Grandfather Mole says it will take him ninety-nine summers to topple our tree over. And you know that Grandfather Mole is the greatest burrower in Pleasant Valley." Mrs. Robin felt better at once. Looking down at Grunty Pig, she said to her husband, "How stupid this son of Mrs. Pig's is! He has turned up at least a dozen angleworms while you've been gone.
I showed you where the food was plentiful; and it's time for you to begin furnishing me twenty fat angleworms a day." Grandfather Mole was amazed. There hadn't been a word said about the number of angleworms he was to supply Mr. Blackbird. "Twenty!" he exclaimed. "Nobody said 'twenty!" "That's so," said Mr. Blackbird. "It was forty." Grandfather Mole was staggered.
Blackbird and Grandfather Mole began breakfasting on the angleworms that the plough turned up. Very soon Mr. Blackbird began to regret his bargain with Grandfather Mole, for Grandfather was even a greater eater than Mr. Blackbird had supposed. Mr. Blackbird began to be afraid that there wouldn't be worms enough left for himself.
Meanwhile others of the bird neighbors began to echo Mr. Chippy's warning notes. And young Master Robin thought everybody was silly to make such a fuss over the misfortunes of a humble person like Mr. Chippy. "If they don't look out they'll scare all the angleworms back into their holes," he grumbled a remark which shows that he knew little about the ways of the world.
"You seem to be built for eating, too," he observed. Grandfather Mole soon confessed that Mr. Blackbird's mention of angleworms had made him so hungry that he was ready to promise to do as Mr. Blackbird had proposed. So Mr. Blackbird cried that it was a bargain.
"I guess it serves you right," Florence said, "for persecutin' these poor, poor little bugs." Herbert became plaintive. "Look here, Florence; I do wish you'd go on back home where you belong." But Florence did not reply; instead she picked up the magnifying-glass, and, gazing through it at a pickle jar of mixed beetles, caterpillars, angleworms, and potato bugs, permitted herself to shudder.
"What's that?" he inquired. "What's a better way than mine?" But Mr. Blackbird was in no hurry to tell all he knew. "Suppose," he said, "I should explain my method to you. You could follow it for some weeks and live well without much trouble. And then when the spring ploughing is finished I should want you to supply me with angleworms for the same length of time.
Of course he couldn't see what they were doing. But Mrs. Robin said that it gave her a queer turn to have Grandfather Mole stick his nose out of the ground at her very feet. And since he was too busy catching angleworms for himself to help her and her husband, she wished he would keep out of sight. Sometimes Grandfather Mole would speak to Mrs.
Well, on a certain summer's day, after school was out, Johnnie Green decided to go fishing in Black Creek. His mother made him a luncheon to take with him, he dug some angleworms in the garden for bait, and the hired man consented to let him take a long pole that he used himself when he fished in the river. Then Johnnie backed Twinkleheels out of his stall and threw the saddle on him.
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