136 THE GIANT'S HEART.
But the lark was out of sight. His song was all that was left of him. That was everywhere, and he was nowhere.
"Selfish bird!" said Buffy. "It's all very well for larks to go hunting the sun, but they have no business to despise their neighbours, for all that."
"Can I be of any use to you?" said a sweet bird-voice out of the nest.
This was the lark's wife, who stayed at home with the young larks while her husband went to church.
"Oh ! thank you. If you please," answered Tricksey-Wee.
And up popped a pretty brown head ; and then up came a brown feathery body ; and last of all came the slender legs on to the edge of the nest. There she turned, and, looking down into the nest, from which came a whole litany of chirp-