Sheputherhandforwardanddraggeditaway，triedagain，andstartedbackwithacry。Hefrowned。
“Why，I’dlethertakecornfrommyface，“saidPaul，“onlyshebumpsabit。She’seversoneat。Ifshewasn’t，look，howmuchgroundshe’dpeckupeveryday。”
Hewaitedgrimly，andwatched。AtlastMiriamletthebird，peckfromherhand。Shegavealittlecry——fear，andpainbecause，offear——ratherpathetic。Butshehaddoneit，andshediditagain。
“There，yousee，“saidtheboy。”Itdoesn’thurt，doesit？”
Shelookedathimwithdilateddarkeyes。