. Our young folks [serial]. the Jew pawnbroker so that hehad got up, and, with a second-handrevolver and a big butcher-knife, creptsoftly into the room to attack somebody. But the Wind was the only bur-glar, and he interfered with no one except the rats. A thousand such merry pranks he had played that night, and now he hadcome back to the old tower to see if he could nt tilt a pigeon off his perchin the belfry. For that was truly fun, —to catch Monsieur Pigeon, who wastired with talking French all day, and had gone to rest among the it was grand sport to watch him lurch, and lose h
. Our young folks [serial]. the Jew pawnbroker so that hehad got up, and, with a second-handrevolver and a big butcher-knife, creptsoftly into the room to attack somebody. But the Wind was the only bur-glar, and he interfered with no one except the rats. A thousand such merry pranks he had played that night, and now he hadcome back to the old tower to see if he could nt tilt a pigeon off his perchin the belfry. For that was truly fun, —to catch Monsieur Pigeon, who wastired with talking French all day, and had gone to rest among the it was grand sport to watch him lurch, and lose his balance, and slip,and just wake quickly enough to save himself from falling. To be sure, noone could see all this but the Wind ; yet he was satisfied, nevertheless, in hisown merriment. Most of all he laughed and whistled about when he heard the discomfitedPigeon abusing him in French for being so rude. For then he raised hisvoice, and answered him back in Choctaw, — which, you must know, my dearvol. iv. — NO. I. 3. 34 The Wind and the Ivy-Vine. [January, little people, no one but the Wind can understand. And how they parley-vood and palavered this night you must get some one else to tell you, for Iwas nt there. The big Bell was the person who let me into the secret of thejoke. But I heard how the Ivy-Vine gave him her impression of his behaviorwhen he came outside. You disgraceful fellow ! you horrid troublesomewretch! waking decent people up with your noises at this time of night!Go home and go to bed, and tell your mother I say you keep awful hours fora young man. Wh-a-a-at! whi-i-i-ch ! bawled the Wind, climbing down, and seatinghimself on a ledge of the tower just beside her. Say that again, willyou ? he shouted, giving the leaves a kick that set them all dancing to-gether. For you see he did nt think much of the Ivy, and called her a med-dlesome old person of no common sense. I tell you to go home ! rustled the Ivy in high displeasure. And I tell you I wont go ho
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