In its place sat a long-tailed, furry angel, gazing up into the sky with an expression that was one-third innocence and two-thirds admiration of the beauties of nature.

What was she doing there, did I want to know?
Why, could I not see, playing with a bit of earth.

Surely I was not so evil- minded as to imagine she wanted to kill that dear little bird--God bless it.
"Then note an old Tom, slinking home in the early morning, after a night spent on a roof of bad repute.

Can you picture to yourself a living creature less eager to attract attention?
'Dear me,' you can all but hear it saying to itself, 'I'd no idea it was so late; how time does go when one is enjoying oneself.

I do hope I shan't meet any one I know--very awkward, it's being so light.' "In the distance it sees a policeman, and stops suddenly within the shelter of a shadow.