Tish obviously thought this was rather a tame way of tackling the business, but she's very good-natured and usually agrees with me, so she said all right. We cautiously came out of hiding and went across to the house. Halfway down the little brick path between the flower-beds Tish suddenly grabbed my arm.
"Look!" she whispered.
Out of an upstairs window two little coloured birds had darted, flashing their bright wings in the sunshine.
With one accord we turned and dashed back again into the shelter of the yew hedge.
From WILLOW GREEN MYSTERY, Chapter 7, Lost Boy Number Two.
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