"Pull out that feather!" the angel said,
"The one half black and the other half red."
The cripple cried, "Before you're through
You may get fagged, and if you do,—"
The angel superciliously—
"My transformed friend, don't think of me.
I shall be happy day and night,
In doing what I think is right."
"So so," the feathered beggar said,
"Good-bye, I am just overhead."