Jolly and his wife were terribly worried. Grunty Pig meant to the apple tree where they had their nest. Every day he came and dug at the foot of the tree. Every day, just before he went away, he looked up at them and said, "I hope you'll sleep well to-night. You'd better enjoy your home while you have it, for the tree will be flat on the ground before fall."  
Sleep! Mrs. Robin complained that she never had a good night's rest any more. She said that she had bad dreams. She dreamed that the tree was falling.71 And then she was sure to wake up with a start. And her husband wasn't there to calm her, because he was roosting in a over in the pasture with their first brood of the season.
 
They both agreed—Jolly and his wife—that they must get their second brood of children out of the nest as soon as they could.
 
"The moment they're old enough, we must teach them to fly," Mrs. Robin told her husband.
 
"Yes!" he said. "And we'll have to be careful of them, too, with all these seven young porkers in the ."
 
"Suppose—" said Mrs. Robin—"suppose Grunty Pig should bring our tree toppling to the ground before the children leave the nest!"
 
"Oh! There's no danger of that," Jolly assured her. She was always looking on the dark side of things. But he didn't tell her so.
 
"I don't know how we're going to be sure the children ar............