"I see thee now, coming across the courtyard, bread and meat in thy hands--a little lad, bareheaded in the sunshine, glowing with pleasure because the starling ran to meet thee, shouting 'Hugh!'" "Then listen, dear Father.

(Ah, how often have I wished to tell you this!) Soon after you were gone, that starling rudely taught me a hard lesson.

Gaining strength, one day he left the courtyard, ran through the buttery, and wandered in the garden.

I followed, whistling and watching.

It greatly delighted the bird to find himself on turf.
There had been rain.