igi 



for a final look round, he caught sight of the 



hawk just ready to pounce down on him. 



With a startled kee-uk! he fairly tumbled c^ c^ellovj of 



back off the window sash, and I caught one Pm^'f!^^ 



glimpse of him as he dashed round the corner 



in full flight. 



What were his impressions, I wonder, 

 as he sat on a limb of the old apple tree 

 and thought it all over? Do birds have 

 romances .? How much greater wonders had 

 he seen than those of any romance ! And do 

 they have any means of communicating them, 

 as they sing their love songs ? What a won- 

 derful story he could tell, a real story, of a 

 magic palace full of strange wonders; of a 

 glittering bit of air that made him see him- 

 self; of a giant, all in white, with only his 

 head visible ; of an enchanted beauty, stretch- 

 ing her wings in mute supplication for some 

 brave knight to touch her and break the 

 spell; while on high a fierce dragon-hawk 

 kept watch, ready to eat up any one who 

 should dare enter! 



And of course none of the birds would 

 believe him. He would have to spend the 



