“I hope you give Snow White another chance,” Vevi said.
“In the first test I thought the pigeon might have been confused by the fog,” Mr. Green said. “This last time, the bird may have run into other trouble. The others came back though. So I’m about through bothering with it.”
As Captain Tarwell and the Brownies were ready to leave, Mr. Green asked the seaman if he knew of any young man who would like a job at the pigeon cote.
“Not off hand, I don’t,” Captain Tarwell answered. “I’ll keep it in mind though.”
“I pay good wages,” Mr. Green said. “The work is exacting though. I need a dependable person, one who can be trusted to handle the birds when my back is turned.”
Vevi was a little worried about what would be done with Snow White.
“You really think he’ll get well?” she asked the cote owner anxiously.
“Oh, he’ll be all right in a day or two,” Mr. Green replied. “The wing isn’t broken. But as I said, I doubt the pigeon ever will be any good for racing.”
“You will give him one more chance?” Vevi pleaded again.
“I promised, didn’t I?” Mr. Green asked a trifle impatiently. “I’m testing a basketful of birds Wednesday. If your pigeon is well enough, I’ll include him in the lot.”