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The sunlight was flooding in at the open lattice and, as if borne

upon this shaft of glory, ca fruit with the blithe carolling of birds, a very

paean of thanksgiving; the chirp of sparrows, the soft, rich notes

of blackbirds, the warbling trill of thrushes, the far, faint song

of larks high in the blue--it was all there, blent into one

har that spoke of hope and a fair future

to such as were blessed with ears to hear And by this, our Barnabas,

opening drowsy eyes and hearkening with drowsy ears, judged it was

yet early reat content because of the glory

of the sun and theof the birds

But, little by little, as he hearkened, he becaentle sound, yet insistent because of its

regularity, a soft click! click! click! that he could in no wise

account for Therefore he would have turned his head, and

straightondered to find this so difficult to accomplish;

moreover he became aware that he lay in a bed, undressed, and that

his arot

the bird-song and the sunshine, his bro harassed and troubled,

and with great caution he lifted his free hand to his neck and began

to feel for a certain ribbon that should be there And presently,