No reply.
"Hoodie," more sternly.
Hoodie looked up at last.
"Mamma dear," she said sweetly, "may I keep the little bird for my vezzy own? Cousin Magdalen said she would ask you if I might."
Her mother looked puzzled.
"If you are good perhaps I will let you keep it," she replied.
Hoodie looked up sharply.
"Did Cousin Magdalen ask you to let me keep it, Mamma?" she inquired.
"Yes," said her mother.
Hoodie turned to Magdalen.