He hesitated, then said unwillingly: "Some hawks do. But this is a different kind. It lives on snakes and insects—"
"Then it is a good bird!—that's what Uncle Cliff calls them." Her face clouded again and she turned towards camp.
"You don't want one of the wings then?"
She shuddered. "Oh, no!" Then she paused. "I will have—I saw some feathers fall. Will you give me one? I want it for a reminder."
Knight picked up one of the tiny barred wing-feathers and handed it to her. "A reminder?"
"I'm never going to wear things like that again—wings and birds and all those cruel ornaments. I never realized before—And whenever I am tempted I shall look at this."
Knight bent, picked up another of the feathers and laid it away in his fly-book. "I need a reminder, too," he remarked.
"But you never wear birds in your hats," Blue Bonnet said wonderingly.
"My reminder shall be: 'Think before you shoot,'" he said quietly.
