In a Garden 113

it, and the leaves under which Agrippa had
moved to hide himself, prevented his look-
ing overhead. The other birds might give
notice, but the sight of the hawk was apt
to make them lose their heads, and there
was not one he could trust to keep cool
and give him the exact warning he wanted
at the right instant. Something in the new
elf’s daring took his fancy.

“Here, you queer little fellow!” he called.

‘“ Devil-in-the-bush, devil-in-the- bush,
devil-in-the-bush!” whispered the mocking
little voices, until the great cat raised his
head and glared at them, and then they all
tumbled over each other in their fright.

“Ts it me you want?” said the elf, turn-

a
ing his back on the others.

“Yes, it’s you. Come round in front, and
let me ask you something.”

So the elf sprang on to an ivy trail, and
sat there swaying and swinging ; and Agrippa
gazed at him with his green eyes, and the
more he looked the more he liked his

face.
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