her husband did not answer, but began to arrange his new coat of feathers. perhaps he was used to her fussy ways and thought it just as well to keep still. he knew that none of the robins would start south until the weather became much colder, and he did not think it necessary to talk about it yet. perhaps, too, mr. robin was a trifle contrary and was all the more slow and quiet because his wife was uneasy. in that case one could hardly blame her for talking over the family plans with the neighbors.