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 usual—and agreed with them that it was a fine morning. They were feeding the Sparrows, too, but they just had little bits of bread which their nurses gave them out of their pockets. Not like Diana, who had her crusts in a real grown-up bag!

Now then!

The sparrows flew round Diana Fitzpatrick Mauleverer James, and sat waiting for her.

"All right, darlings," she said as she opened her bag.

Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!

She had forgotten to put the bread-crusts in!