234 GRAY LADY AND THE BIRDS 
to-day as though the storm must have driven all that 
belong to many miles of coast to take shelter in this bay.” 
“Yes, they are looking,” said Goldilocks, ‘for Sarah 
and Tommy and Dave and Clary, who are all together 
by the nearest fire, are watching and pointing to the Gulls 
that are over by the boats, and I think that Bobby has 
found a dead Gull tangled in seaweed and he is showing 
it to the others.”’ 
“Then I foresee that the Harbour Gull will be the bird 
of next Friday afternoon,” said Gray Lady, as they turned 
homeward, taking Miss Wilde with them for lunch, so 
that Gray Lady might talk over a new plan concerning 
the old farm-house in the corner of the orchard, with its 
great stone chimney where the Swifts loved to build. 
* * * * * * * 
As Gray Lady had expected, the next Friday afternoon, 
when she went to Foxes Corners schoolhouse, she was 
greeted by many enthusiastic accounts of the stolen holi- 
day at the shore, but a perfect chorus of questions arose 
about the “big birds that fly and swim and yet aren’t 
quite like Ducks’’; while Bobby proudly produced his 
treasured Gull, wrapped in a newspaper, at the same time 
assuring Gray Lady, as became a member of the Kind 
Hearts’ Club, that he hadn’t thrown a stone at it, or any- 
thing, and that it was “drowned dead in the seaweed.” 
All of which she already knew to be true. 
“Why aren’t the Gulls there in the summer when we go 
down camping and clamming?” asked Tommy. 
“Because,” said Gray Lady, “they do not like very 
warm weather, and nowadays at least, though they live 
