It wasn't a pretty nest--Robins' never are.

They are heavy and lumpy, and often fall off the branches when a long rain wets them.

This one seemed quite comfortable inside, and was lined with soft grass.
"Mrs.Robin looked like her husband, but I could tell the difference; for she didn't sit in the pines and sing, and her breast wasn't so red.
When the nest was done, she laid a beautiful egg every day until there were four, and then one or the other of the birds sat on the eggs all the time.

Robins' eggs are a queer color--not just blue or quite green, but something between, all of their own." "Yes," said Olive, "it is their own color, and we give it a name; for it is called 'robin's-egg blue' in our books." "The old birds had been sitting for ten days, and it was almost time for the little ones to come out, when one night there was a great wind and the grape vine, that was only fastened up with bits of leather and tacks, fell down in a heap.

In the morning there was the nest all in a tangle of vine down on the ground.