Barty Crusoe and his man Saturday . come to the Desert Island. Barty whistledback to her and stroked her feathers withhis fingers and lifted her up to put hischeek against her soft wing. Anyonewould like to be wakened by a bird whowas tame enough to sit on ones wrist andsing. But where is the Good Wolf? And Idont see Man Saturday, he said sud-denly, looking round the cave. Blue Crest spread her wings and flew tothe cave window again. Barty scrambleddown from his leaf bed and followed was a very nice window to look [nil You could see so much sea and sky, andthe white beach seem
Barty Crusoe and his man Saturday . come to the Desert Island. Barty whistledback to her and stroked her feathers withhis fingers and lifted her up to put hischeek against her soft wing. Anyonewould like to be wakened by a bird whowas tame enough to sit on ones wrist andsing. But where is the Good Wolf? And Idont see Man Saturday, he said sud-denly, looking round the cave. Blue Crest spread her wings and flew tothe cave window again. Barty scrambleddown from his leaf bed and followed was a very nice window to look [nil You could see so much sea and sky, andthe white beach seemed so far below; andwhen he looked down Barty saw wherethe Good Wolf and Man Saturday hadgone. They were standing in the sandstogether and looked as if they were verymuch interested in something lying nearthem. Barty was just wondering whatthey were doing when he was so startledby something that he jumped. There wasa sudden sound of the flapping of wingsand a large white bird rushed past himquite close to his face. It flew out of around hole in the front of the clifi\, and
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