8 GRAY LADY AND THE BIRDS 
Sarah went slowly toward the barnyard and fed the 
greedy fowls in an absent-minded sort of way, all the 
while looking across the field where the birds were be- 
ginning to gather in flocks, wishing she knew them all 
by name and thinking of Gray Lady and Goldilocks. 
Would they remember the invitation or would she never 
perhaps see them again? School would soon begin, and 
that meant no spare time until after four, and it is so often 
rainy on Saturday. 
Rain did not wait for Saturday this time, for a heavy 
drizzle set in that night, and Sarah went to sleep wonder- 
ing exactly what a bird lunch-counter was and what be- 
came of it when it rained. 
Then school began, and her new friend made no sign, 
and Sarah began to wonder if her meeting with Gray 
Lady had been one of the dreams she so often had when 
she sat on the orchard fence in June watching the 
bobolinks fly over the clover and waiting for things to 
happen. 
