Rollo looked round. It was his uncle George, walking close behind him.
“What is the liberty of the yard?” said Rollo.
“Why, when men intend to treat a prisoner kindly, they leave the prison door open, and let him walk about the yard; and this is called letting him have the liberty of the yard; and sometimes they let them go over half the town.”
“Do you think I had better do so with Mosette?” said Rollo.
“Yes,” said his uncle George; “leave his cage open, and let him go where he pleases.”
“O, he would fly entirely away,” said Rollo.
“Perhaps not, if you should feed him well, and treat him very kindly. He might like his cage better than any nest.”
“I shall treat him as kindly as I can,” said Rollo; “only think, Jonas, that Jim said, if he had found him, he should have set him up upon the fence for a mark to fire stones at!”
“Jim said so?” said Jonas; “how did Jim know any thing about it?”
“Why—e—h—why—I told him,” said Rollo.