Jutting Balconies in the Creole City
"Won't you remember this night when you hear them sing in the cages?—poor little prisoners!"
"But we have none where I am now going. It is all wild out there; rough wooden houses and rough men!—no pets—not even a cat!"
"Then what would you do with a little bird in such a place? They would all laugh at you—would n't they?"
"No; I don't think so. Rough men love little pets."
"Little pets!"
"Like you, yes—too well!"
"Too well?"