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The
Starling
cocked
his
head
on
one
side
and
looked
down
at
her
from
his
perch
on
the
window-frame
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
have
my
business
to
attend
to
.
Consultations
,
discussions
,
arguments
,
bargaining
.
And
that
,
of
course
,
necessitates
a
certain
amount
of
--
er
--
quiet
conversation
--
"
"
Quiet
!
"
exclaimed
John
,
laughing
heartily
.
"
And
I
was
n't
talking
to
you
,
young
man
,
"
said
the
Starling
,
hopping
down
on
to
the
window-sill
.
"
And
you
need
n't
talk
--
anyway
.
I
heard
you
for
several
hours
on
end
last
Saturday
week
.
Goodness
,
I
thought
you
'd
never
stop
--
you
kept
me
awake
all
night
.
"
"
That
was
n't
talking
,
"
said
John
.
"
I
was
--
"
He
paused
.
"
I
mean
,
I
had
a
pain
.
"
"
Humph
!
"
said
the
Starling
,
and
hopped
on
to
the
railing
of
Barbara
's
cot
.
He
sidled
along
it
until
he
came
to
the
head
of
the
cot
.
Then
he
said
in
a
soft
,
wheedling
voice
:
"
Well
,
Barbara
B.
,
anything
for
the
old
fellow
today
,
eh
?
"
Barbara
pulled
herself
into
a
sitting
position
by
holding
on
to
one
of
the
bars
of
her
cot
.
"
There
's
the
other
half
of
my
arrowroot
biscuit
,
"
she
said
,
and
held
it
out
in
her
round
,
fat
fist
.
The
Starling
swooped
down
,
plucked
it
out
of
her
hand
and
flew
back
to
the
window-sill
.
He
began
nibbling
it
greedily
.
