The Wood-Pigeons and Mary

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Molesworth Mrs.. The Wood-Pigeons and Mary

Chapter One “Such Big Tears.”

Chapter Two “A Few Crumbs and a Little Fresh Water.”

Chapter Three “One on her Shoulder, One on her Outstretched Hand.”

Chapter Four “We Shall Meet Again Before Long, Mary.”

Chapter Five “A Little Bird Told Me.”

Chapter Six “The Soft Rush of Many Little Wings.”

Chapter Seven “There are Rules, you see, Mary.”

Chapter Eight “A Little White Gate.”

Chapter Nine “That Means Good Luck, I am Sure.”

Chapter Ten “You Cannot Have Read Many Fairy Stories.”

Chapter Eleven “From The Islands of Gorgeous Colours.”

Chapter Twelve “Come Back in the Spring, Mary.”

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“Oh bother,” said Mary, “it’s tea – and nurse come to fetch me. What shall we do?” – “Yes, yes, nurse,” in a louder voice, “I’m coming in one moment,” and this seemed to satisfy nurse, for her steps sounded going downstairs again. “She needn’t open the door without tapping,” the little girl went on, speaking half to herself and half to her visitors on the window-sill, “I’m not one of the nursery children now. But oh, Cooies, what shall we do? It would take me ever so long to explain about Michael and to plan something to put it all right.”

“Must you go downstairs at once?” asked Mr Coo. “If you told it to us very quickly.”

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Ah – it was a dull morning – a dull, grey, early autumn morning, and “I hope it’s not going to rain,” thought Mary. “I’m so afraid the Cooies wouldn’t come if it did, though perhaps they’re not afraid of getting wet.”

There came into her mind, however, the old rhyme about “The morning grey,” and as she dressed she kept peeping up at the sky, and was pleased to see that it was growing rather lighter and clearer. She was very glad of this, for even if it had only rained for an hour or two, it would have stopped the morning walk, and very likely the morning rest for the little ones, and she would not have had the hour to herself “to be quiet in,” as usual, but all, happily, turned out rightly, and some minutes before twelve o’clock Mary was standing by her window looking out for her little visitors.

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