--Not in vain, Oh God, didst thou deny that weeping prayer.
(_A merry voice is heard without, and a child's face peeps
through the window that overlooks the orchard_.)
_Child_. Look! look! sister Helen! see what I have found on the roof of
the piazza here,--all covered with wampum and scarlet, and here are
feathers too--two feathers in it, blue and yellow--eagle's feathers they
are, I guess.
_Helen_ (_approaching the window_.) Let me see, Willy. What, did you
find it here?
_Willy._ Just under the window here. Frank and I were swinging on the
gate; and--there is something hard in it, Helen,--feel.
_Helen_. Yes, it is very curious; but--
_Willy_. There comes Netty with the candle; now we can see to untie this
knot.
_Helen_. Willy, dear Willy, you must give it to me, you must indeed,
and--I will paint you a bird to-morrow.
_Willy_. A blue-bird, will you? A real one?
_Helen_. Yes, yes;--run down little climber; see how dark it grows, and
Frank is waiting, see.
_Willy_. Well. But mind you, it must be a blue bird then. A real one.
With the red on his breast, and all.
[_Exit_.
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