“Of course birds are happy.”
“Well—they prey on each other—and they’re often frightened.”
“How wise we are.”
Brisk steps sounded on the little stairs.
“Tell me what you have been doing.”
“Oh. I don’t know. Weird things have been happening.... Oh, weird things.”
“Tell your aunt at once.” Mag gathered herself together as the brisk footsteps came into the room. “Hoh” said a strong resonant voice “it’s the Henderson. I thought as much.”
“Yes. Doesn’t she look pretty?”
“Yes—she has a beautiful lace tie.”
“I wish I could wear things like that round my neck, don’t you von Bohlen?”