In a Garden 103

the small birds were flying distractedly, and
screaming with all their might—

“Look up, look up! Look out, look out,
look out!” and sure enough, there was the
great hawk poised above, so still, that Dick,
staring, thought he could almost see the
cruel gleam in his eye.

The birds twittered and fluttered, and hid
themselves in the bushes, and the little elves
crept under the flower leaves, but the mouse,
though she was trembling, stayed like a brave
little mother on her nest.

‘Oh, I wish the keeper was here with his
gun!” cried Dick, before he flung up his hat,
and waved and shouted. And it was just at
that moment, when every heart was throb-
bing, and the hawk ‘still hung motionless,
that they heard a voice saying with a
yawn—

“What zs all this fuss about? It is im-
possible to sleep in peace.”

Of course Agrippa really knew quite well ;
even when he was asleep he seemed to see
most things before any one else had begun to