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Title: Fairy roads to Science-Town
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Hardy, Mary Earle, 1846-1928
Subjects: Natural history
Publisher: New York, Dodd, Mead and company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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wxre people who would never have liked thefirst Pans music either; and there were others (83) FAIRY ROADS TO SCIENCE-TOWN who thought the god Pans piping was no-where at all in comparison with Bobs. So this little brother of Pan whistled likethe wind, imitated the calls of the birds, andimprovised music of his own, just the way thegod Pan did when he sat in the reeds by theriver. But there were things Bob did which I sus-pect the older Pan never dreamed of. He wasnot content with sitting still even by a beau-tiful river, but he was over the hills with suchswift feet that he often seemed most like an-other old god in the story books who hadwings on his shoes; he climbed trees andtowers, and crawled under old barns, exploredwoodchucks holes, plashed through puddlesand dipped under waterfalls, and, best of all,he got into all hearts. That was a great dealmore than the old time Pan ever did. ^I wish I knew about everything, sighedBob, one day. ^Well, youngster, use your eyes and your (841
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i Lil NEW YORK ,IC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENOXTILDEN FOUNDATIONS PANS LITTLE BROTHER ears. Thats what they are for. If you dothat every day of your life you will know agood deal by the time you are old, said hisuncle, picking up his newspaper and forget-ting all about when he was a boy. But fathers are different. At least Bobsfather was. He called Bob ^Comrade, andexplained things to him, and was always pa-tient, no matter how fast the questions came. ^Well, Comrade, what is it you want toknow this time? he said. Why, Daddy, do cats have nine lives?Johnny Simpson says they do. Just that minute a humming bird, with abuzz and a whir, poised in the air, examineda cluster of honeysuckle flowers, then thrustits dagger-of-a-bill into their sweet depths. Td like to know all about him, too; hesso hummy and his throat shines with so manycolours, said Bob, forgetting for the momentthe cat and its nine lives. Hes worth knowing about, sure enough, (85) FAIRY ROADS TO SCIENCE-TOWN his father answered, an

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