THE TENTH CHAPTER
LONG ARROW, THE SON OF GOLDEN ARROW
WELL, Miranda," said the Doctor. "I'm terribly sorry this has happened. But you mustn't mind Cheapside; he doesn't know any better. He's a city bird; and all his life he has had to squabble for a living. You must make allowances. He doesn't know any better."
Miranda stretched her gorgeous wings wearily. Now that I saw her awake and moving I noticed what a superior, well-bred manner she had. There were tears in her eyes and her beak was trembling.
"I wouldn't have minded so much," she said in a high silvery voice, "if I hadn't been so dreadfully worn out—That and something else," she added beneath her breath.
"Did you have a hard time getting here?" asked the Doctor.
"The worst passage I ever made," said Miranda. "The weather—Well there. What's the use? I'm here anyway."
"Tell me," said the Doctor as though he had been impatiently waiting to say something for a
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