112 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



arms, and went to a window. Polly (like 

 another " blessed damozel ") flew to another 

 window, 



" The blessed damozel leaned out 

 From the gold bar of heaven," 



and reconnoitred -from behind the blinds. 



" The wonder was not yet quite gone 

 From that still look of hers," 



when an armed man and a legged dog ap- 

 peared in the opening. I was vigilantly 

 watching him. 



" And now 

 She spoke through the still weather." 



" Are you afraid to speak to him ? " 

 asked Polly. Not exactly, 



" she spoke as when 

 The stars sang in their spheres." 



Stung by this inquiry, I leaned out of the 

 window till 



" The bar 7 leaned on (was) warm," 



and cried, 



" Halloo, there ! What are you doing ? " 

 " Look out he don't shoot you," called out 



Polly from the other window, suddenly going 



on another tack. 



I explained that a sportsman would not be 



