THE JUNIPER TREE
chatter so, and yet it seems as if my blood was all on fire in my veins!" and she tore open her gown to cool herself. And Margery sat by herself in a corner, with her plate on her lap before her, and wept so bitterly that she cried her plate quite full of tears.
And the bird flew to the top of the juniper tree and sang:
"My mother slew her little son;—"
Then the mother held her ears with her hands, and shut her eyes close, that she might neither see nor hear; but there was a sound in her ears like a frightful storm, and her eyes burned and glared like lightning.
"My father thought me lost and gone:—"
"O wife!" said the father, "what a beautiful bird that is, and how finely he sings; and his feathers glitter in the sun like so many spangles!"
"But pretty Margery pitied me,
And laid me under the juniper tree;—"
At this Margery lifted up her head and sobbed sadly, and her father said, "I must go out, and look at that bird a little nearer." "Oh! don't leave me alone," said his wife; "I feel just as if the house were burning." However, he would go out to look at the bird; and it went on singing:
"But now I rove so merrily,
As over the hills and dales I fly:
O what a fine bird am I!"
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