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Gerda was soon obliged to rest again. A big crow hopped on to the snow, just in front of her. It had been sitting looking at her for a long time and wagging its head. Now it said, 'Caw, caw; good-day, good-day, as well as it could; it meant to be kind to the little girl, and asked her where she was going, alone in the wide world.
She winna be to caw in sic a win' 's this, an' no plain ro'd afore her." "Whaur div ye think o' gauin'?" asked Robert, who, satisfied as usual with whatever might be in his wife's mind, had not till this moment thought of asking her where she meant to take refuge. "Ow, we'll jist mak for the Mains, gien ye be agreeable, Robert," she answered.
From all the streets, from all over the town, the long-drawn calls would float to my listening ears, with infinite variety in the voices the high and shrill, the falsetto, the harsh, raucous note like the caw of the carrion crow, the solemn, booming bass, and then some fine, rich, pure voice that soared heavenwards above all the others and was like the pealing notes of an organ.
"Which is a fact, miss. And very welcome, too, if I may say so. Also, Mr. Craig trusted you both." "Wherefore it is up to us to trust his wisdom and respect his wishes," said Handyside. "The green box must remain where it is and take its chance." "If you hadn't told us," said Marjorie to Caw, "that you were the last to see inside the box, I should be imagining all sorts of things.
Surely Mr. Harvie had been able to divulge something that would render his coming task a little easier, for Caw had still to tell of the Green Box and at the same time conceal the fact that Christopher Craig had died at bitter enmity with his two old friends or at all events, the grounds of that enmity.
The dining-room window opens into the Rectory garden. The morning shadows cast by the noble old elm-trees that grow all round, are fading from the bright lawn. The rich flower-beds gleam like beds of jewels in the radiant sunshine. The rookery is almost deserted, a solitary sleepy caw being only heard now and then at long intervals.
"Hum! haw! caw!" said the rook, "I do not know about that." "Let us go on to business," said the stoat, "the weasel knows no more than we do. His reputation is much greater than he deserves." "I have heard the same thing," said the fox. "Indeed I think so myself."
Some bad voices in artificial breeds, i.e., those which, like the Brahma and Cochin, diverge most widely from the original type are perhaps incurable, like the carrion crow's voice; for that bird will probably always caw harshly in spite of the musical throat which anatomists find in it.
Craig's servant, in his customary black lounge suit, stood there regarding them quite calmly. Bullard had expected at least a word of astonishment, so that there was a little pause until his own words arrived. "Good evening, Caw," he said gravely. "We very much regret to disturb you at this hour, and at this tragic time, but our business is of the utmost importance. May we have a word with you?"
They watched Blacky draw nearer and nearer, and as soon as he was within hearing Sammy shouted the news. "Caw, caw, caw," replied Blacky, hurrying a little faster. As soon as he reached the Big Hickory-tree, Sammy told the whole story over again, and Blacky was quite as glad as the others. While they waited for Mrs.
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