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140 THE GIANT'S HEART. |
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So he quivered and sank, and dropped like a stone. And there on his nest, where he left her, alone, Sat his little wife on her little eggs, Keeping them warm with wings and legs.
Did I say alone ? Ah, no such thing!
Full in her face was shining the king.
' Welcome, Sir Lark I You look tired,' said he.
* Up is not always the best way to me.
While you have been singing so high and away,
I've been shining to your little wife all day.'
He had set his crown all about the nest,
And out of the midst shone her little brown breast;
And so glorious was she in russet gold,
That for wonder and awe Sir Lark grew cold.
He popped his head under her wing, and lay
As still as a stone, till the king was away."
As soon as Tricksey-Wee had finished her song, the lark's wife began a low, sweet, modest little gong of her own; and after she had piped away for two or three minutes, she said,—
"You dear children, what can I do for you?" "Tell us where the she-eagle lives, please," said Tricksey-Wee. |
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