In a Garden I15

The elf knew all through his body that
he hated hawks, and he could not help
shuddering ; but he was a brave little fellow,
and reflected that if he could do this, no one
would ever dare call him names any more.
So he braced himself up, and nodded a
great many times, and settled himself where
he had a clear view of the sky, and waited
for what seemed to him a very long while
indeed. He was just getting so hot and
sleepy that he was obliged to pinch himself
in order to keep awake, when he saw some-
thing which woke him up in a great hurry,
and that was the big bird, sailing along and
pausing to hover just as Agrippa had warned
him. The next‘moment he was screaming ~
with all his might, and in another instant
Agrippa had hurled himself so exactly where
he knew the enemy would drop, that just as
the hawk reached the nest the cat was on
him, and knocked him over on the other
side, growling fiercely, his teeth deep in his
pinion, and every inch of fur on his body
erect with rage. If the blow had not been |