Now put down the cage, Cheri--oh, you have put it down--and let's run in again.
Your pet will be quite safe, you see, but if we're not quick, Marcelline will be running out to look for us." She felt about for Hugh's hand, and having got it, turned to go.

But she stopped to put her head in again for a moment at the door.
"Houpet, dear," she said, "don't let Dudu come into your house.

If he tries to, you must fly at him and scold him and peck him." "Who is Dudu ?" said Hugh, as they were running back to the house together along the snowy garden path.
"He is----" began Jeanne.

"Hush," she went on, in a lower voice, "there he is! I do believe he heard what I said, and he's angry." For right before them on the path stood the old raven, on one leg as usual, though this it was too dark to see clearly.

And, as Jeanne spoke, he gave a sharp, sudden croak, which made both the children jump, and then deliberately hopped away.
"He's a raven!" said Hugh with surprise.