The clapping of his wings could be heard as he flew in search of the charmer.

"A'gh coo!" cried the deserted female as she tilted off the branch and tore through the thicket in pursuit, with wings hastened by fright at the ringing laugh of the Harvester.
"Not so indifferent after all, Bel," he said to the dog standing in stiff point beside him.

"That was all 'pretend!' But she waited just a trifle too long.

Now she will have to fight it out with a rival.

Good thing if some of the flirtatious women could have seen that.