ABSTRACT
The birds the little princess had commanded me to bring had given me infinite trouble during the voyage—the greatest trouble that birds could possibly give. About twenty survived out of thirty I had taken on board, and these, even, were much exhausted by the passage—a score of dishevelled little beings, sticky and miserable, which had been finches, linnets and goldfinches. However, the sick child accepted them gladly, and her large black eyes gleamed at the sight of them with eager delight—“That is good, very good, Loti!” said she.
