Oh Lord! How I wish You'd be telling me just this one thing!" The goldfinch had ventured back to the wire, for there was his mate, only a few inches above the man-creature's head; and indeed, he simply must not be allowed to look up, so the brave little fellow rocked on the wire and piped, as he had done every day for a week: "SEE ME?
SEE ME ?" "See you! Of course I see you," growled Freckles.

"I see you day after day, and what good is it doing me?
I might see you every morning for a year, and then not be able to be telling anyone about it.

'Seen a bird with black silk wings--little, and yellow as any canary.' That's as far as I'd get.

What you doing here, anyway?
Have you a mate?
What's your name?
'See you ?' I reckon I see you; but I might as well be blind, for any good it's doing me!" Freckles impatiently struck the wire.

With a screech of fear, the goldfinch fled precipitately.