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"
A
what
?
"
asked
Cowperwood
,
looking
up
and
pretending
he
had
not
heard
,
though
he
had
.
He
was
all
eyes
for
any
movement
of
hers
.
She
was
dressed
in
a
flouncy
morning
gown
eminently
suitable
for
the
world
in
which
she
was
moving
.
"
A
bird
,
"
she
replied
,
with
an
airy
toss
of
her
head
.
"
This
is
June-time
,
and
the
sparrows
are
teaching
their
young
to
fly
.
"
Cowperwood
,
previously
engrossed
in
financial
speculations
,
was
translated
,
as
by
the
wave
of
a
fairy
wand
,
into
another
realm
where
birds
and
fledglings
and
grass
and
the
light
winds
of
heaven
were
more
important
than
brick
and
stone
and
stocks
and
bonds
.
He
got
up
and
followed
her
flowing
steps
across
the
grass
to
where
,
near
a
clump
of
alder
bushes
,
she
had
seen
a
mother
sparrow
enticing
a
fledgling
to
take
wing
.
From
her
room
upstairs
,
she
had
been
watching
this
bit
of
outdoor
sociology
.
It
suddenly
came
to
Cowperwood
,
with
great
force
,
how
comparatively
unimportant
in
the
great
drift
of
life
were
his
own
affairs
when
about
him
was
operative
all
this
splendid
will
to
existence
,
as
sensed
by
her
.
He
saw
her
stretch
out
her
hands
downward
,
and
run
in
an
airy
,
graceful
way
,
stooping
here
and
there
,
while
before
her
fluttered
a
baby
sparrow
,
until
suddenly
she
dived
quickly
and
then
,
turning
,
her
face
agleam
,
cried
:
"
See
,
I
have
him
!
He
wants
to
fight
,
too
!
Oh
,
you
little
dear
!
"
She
was
holding
"
him
,
"
as
she
chose
to
characterize
it
,
in
the
hollow
of
her
hand
,
the
head
between
her
thumb
and
forefinger
,
with
the
forefinger
of
her
free
hand
petting
it
the
while
she
laughed
and
kissed
it
.
It
was
not
so
much
bird-love
as
the
artistry
of
life
and
of
herself
that
was
moving
her
.
Hearing
the
parent
bird
chirping
distractedly
from
a
nearby
limb
,
she
turned
and
called
:
"
Do
n't
make
such
a
row
!
I
sha
'n'
t
keep
him
long
.
"
Cowperwood
laughed
--
trig
in
the
morning
sun
.
"
You
can
scarcely
blame
her
,
"
he
commented
.
"
Oh
,
she
knows
well
enough
I
would
n't
hurt
him
,
"
Berenice
replied
,
spiritedly
,
as
though
it
were
literally
true
.
"
Does
she
,
indeed
?
"
inquired
Cowperwood
.
"
Why
do
you
say
that
?
"
"
Because
it
's
true
.
Do
n't
you
think
they
know
when
their
children
are
really
in
danger
?
"
"
But
why
should
they
?
"
persisted
Cowperwood
,
charmed
and
interested
by
the
involute
character
of
her
logic
.
She
was
quite
deceptive
to
him
.
He
could
not
be
sure
what
she
thought
.
