"Pay them, Eric," she cried indignantly; "Why, what is this?"
for one of the little creatures, after vainly flapping its wings, had
fallen on the balcony. Mae picked it up. It half opened its eyes at her
and then lay still in her hands.
"It is dead," said Mae, quietly, going up to Norman. "Oh! Mr. Mann, I
thought Carnival meant real fun, not cruelty. Isn't there anywhere in
this big world where we can get free from such dreadful things? Well!"
she added, impatiently, as Norman paused.
"Give a slow fellow who likes the world better than you do, time to
apologize for it," replied Norman, as familiarly as Eric would have
done. The tone pleased Mae. She looked up and laughed lightly. "At any
rate," suggested he, "let's forget the cruelty now and take the fun.
Three of them are safe and very likely this scrap," and he touched
the dead bird in her hand, "is flying to rejoin his brothers in
hunting-grounds that are stocked with angle-worms, and such game. We are
to have a good time to-day, you and I.
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