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The heavy, balanced birds looked at the fierce little face

and the fleece of keen hair thrust between the bars, and they

raised their heads and swayed off, producing the long,

can-canking, protesting noise of geese, rocking their ship-like,

beautiful white bodies in a line beyond the gate

"You're naughty, you're naughty," cried Anna, tears of dismay

and vexation in her eyes And she stawen

"They won't lether flushed

little face to hio in if you want to," and he pushed

open the gate for her

She stood irresolute, looking at the group of bluey-white

geese standing rey, cold day

"Go on," he said

She marched valiantly a few steps in Her little body started

convulsively at the sudden, derisive can-cank-ank of the geese

A blankness spread over her The geese trailed aith

uplifted heads under the low grey sky

"They don't know you," said Brangwen "You should tell 'ehty to shout at me," she flashed

"They think you don't live here," he said

Later he found her at the gate calling shrilly and

imperiously: "My nawen's my father now He is, yes he is And I