After a minute a little brown bird flew down to Sarah's hand and began to eat the bread. Then a second bird came, and a third, and a fourth.
"Oh sara, how wonderful" said Ermengarde.
"They know I'm their friend," said Sara,"so they" re not afraid. Sometimes they come into the room, too."
Ermengarde looked acroos the roof to the next attic window. "Who lives in that house?" she asked
"Nobody." said Sarah sadly. "So I never see anybody at that window, and I can only talk to the birds."