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 through.

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