red petticoat showed that his wife was indeed caught, and went out into the passage, speaking in a soothing tone, and leading her away.
"I fink I'll go," whispered The Seraph.
"Don't be silly," I assured him, "the cobbler will take care she don't hurt us."
"She's a character, isn't she?" said Angel, borrowing a phrase from Mary Ellen.
Martindale returned then, sat down on his bench, and, smoothing his leather apron, resumed his work with composure.
"I fink," said The Seraph, "I hear Mrs. Handsomebody calling. I better be off."
"Bide a little while," said Martindale, "and I'll tell you a first rate story—about birds too. Then you'll forget your fright, little master, eh?"
The Seraph moved closer to him, and the canaries burst into a fury of song.
"It's wonderful what birds know," he began. "News flies as fast among 'em as wind on the heath, and if you do an injury to one, the others'll never forgive it. For though they may fight among themselves, they'll all join together against one wicked cruel man."
The canaries ceased their singing, and fluttered against the bars.
"Just look at Coppertoes," said the cobbler, pointing to a large ruffled bird, "he's heard this tale often afore, yet it always excites him. He'll
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