2O2 More Tales of the Birds 



would see Fan no more. She only sighed, and 

 asked for Elimelech. 



I went down to the hovel ; the men were come 

 to take the poor old pony away. Elimelech was 

 there, not upon poor Fan's body, but upon a 

 rafter ; and when the pony was taken out, he 

 followed, and evaded all my efforts to catch him. 

 I saw the cart with its burden turn the corner of 

 the street, with the bird perched on the edge of 

 it, fluttering his wings, as if he were expostulating 

 with the ruthless driver. 



I returned to Selina. " Elimelech is gone to 

 see the last of poor Fan," I said ; "but we shall 

 see him back here before long." 



" He loves me," answered she ; " but he loves 

 Fan better, and I don't think he'll come back." 

 And Elimelech did not return that day. 



But the next morning I found him sitting on 

 her bed. She told me that he must have come 

 back to the hovel, and when he found that shut, 

 have come in by the front door and made his 

 way upstairs. " And now poor Fan is gone, he 

 loves me better than any one," she said. 



