And God hath done some grace.”
“Oh! he’s going to let out a real raven!” said Margery joyfully. “What a big black thing! Look, how he’s clapping his wings!”
“There!—now he’s flown!” exclaimed Colin. “He’s gone right over the roofs of those houses opposite. See how the people are staring after him. He’ll never come back again!”
“But the dove will!” declared Margery excitedly. “Noah’s going to let a dove fly now. He’s talking to him—see!”
“Thou wilt turn again to me,
For of all fowls that may fly
Thou art most meek and hend [kind],”
said Noah, as he threw the bird up into the air.
“It won’t be the same bird that comes back—will it?” asked Colin, looking up at Master Gyseburn, who smiled again.
“No—there’s another dove already fastened with a cord from the top of the stage. We shall see it in a minute!” And, sure enough, while he was speaking, the bird came fluttering down, almost into Noah’s hands.