A low call from above stopped her. Her angel leaned over the roof.
“Has she gone?” he asked.
The child nodded in silent terror and wonder. He came down the rope swiftly and steadily. When he approached the cage, she saw that he was bleeding from a gash above his temple.
“I struck on a clothesline,” he said. “It tipped me into a balcony. Just below your roof. Lucky!”
“I thought you were killed,” she whispered. “Oh, Angel, I thought you were dead.”
“Not hurt a bit,” he averred valiantly. “Did she see me?”
“Yes.”
“Then they won't let me come any more.”
“They'll take me away,” wailed the Tiger.
There was a pause. “I'll be sorry,” said the boy.