to consider. Sit down upon that divan yonder, and when your mind is made up, speak and I will listen." Then the white bird began busily pecking grains of food from the cup in his cage, as if he had nothing further to say on the subject.
Slowly Ananda walked over to the divan and sat down. "If I go home without the goat," she reasoned with herself, "my father will nigh kill me in his anger—and yet, to marry a white bird, truly that would be a very sorry adventure. But (looking around the brightly lighted room) life at home is poor and dull, and here would be much to amuse and interest me. And even a white bird might prove a good companion, if I had no other." She arose and walked back to the cage with a decided step.
"I will marry you!" said she to the white bird.
"Good!" said he, and rising on his perch, fluttered his wings. Immediately there appeared before Ananda a table
