"You had a right to be happy and live out of doors among the trees, and I kept you a prisoner.

Please forgive me for it, and forgive me for wearing birds' wings on my Sunday hat.

I shall never do such cruel things again.

It's coming spring now, Dickey, so be happy and fly away to the beautiful clouds." She set the little wire door wide open.

A warm zephyr swept by, laden with the scent of wild flowers and all sweet growing things.