Gradually the excitement subsided, the birds flew and tilted closer, turned their sleek heads, peered with bright eyes, and ventured on and on until the very bravest, the wren and the jay, were almost in touch.

Then, tired of hunting, Belshazzar came racing and the little feathered people scattered in precipitate flight.
"How do you like that kind of a noise ?" inquired the Harvester.
The Girl drew a deep breath.
"Of course you know that was the most exquisite sight I ever saw," she said.

"I never shall forget it.

I did not think there were that many different birds in the whole world.

Of all the gaudy colours! And they came so close you could have reached out and touched them." "Yes," said the Harvester calmly.