50 GRAY LADY AND THE BIRDS 
‘Please, what is that bird’s name? There’s a big, dark, 
gray one, shaped something like it, that I’ve seen by the 
mill pond, but it’s not half so pretty. I’ve never seen one 
like this, here.” 
“That bird,” said Gray Lady, “is the Snowy Heron, 
Egret, or Regret Bird, as Eliza called it a few minutes 
ago, and I think that you will agree that the name is a 
very suitable one when I tell you the bird’s story.” 
