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said. But the little bird sat on there, watching, not involved at all.
    Then a new bird arrived on the table among the crumbs,and pecked as fast as it could. It was an older bird, its feathers no longer fresh and young. And now the little sparrow hopped on to the table, crouched, fluffed out its feathers so that it became a soft ball, and opened its beak.
    ‘What’s the matter with it?’ demanded the man, as if in a panic. ‘It’s sick.’
    ‘No, no,’ soothed his wife. ‘Watch.’
    The older bird at once responded to the smaller bird’s crouching and fluffing by stuffing crumbs into its gape. This went on, the baby demanding, as if still in its nest, and the parent pushing in crumbs. But then a brigand sparrow came swooping in. The parent sparrow pecked it and the two quarrelling birds flew off together to the roof. The little sparrow, abandoned, stopped cowering and spreading its feathers. It closed its beak, returned to the chair-back and resumed its bland baby pose.
    ‘But it’s grown-up,’ said the man, full of resentment. ‘It’s grown-up and it expects its parents to feed it.’
    ‘It was probably still a baby in its nest yesterday,’ she said. “This is probably its first day out in the wicked world.’
    ‘Why isn’t it feeding itself, then? If the parents have pushed it out, then it should be supporting itself.’
    She turned her head to give him a wary glance, removed this diagnostic inspection as if she feared his reaction to it, and sat with a bit of scone in her hand, watching the throng of sparrows who were looting the now empty plates and platters of the Japanese trio. The Japanese matron was grumbling loudly about the birds. Her children pacified her, and waved to the indolent waiter with the shock of straw hair, who came across at his leisure, piled up trays, and went off with them, depriving the sparrows of their buffet. They whirled up into the air and the baby sparrow went with them.
    The little garden cafe was filling with people. The sun was again close to the edge of the clouds, and one half of the sky was bright blue. The athletic couple went striding efficiently away. The young male Japanese went back into the building. Surely he wasn’t prepared to tackle even more food? The two elderly ladies sat on, though a waiter had removed their coffeepot and the two empty plates.
    The dog lay with its chin on the grass and watched a sparrow hopping about within inches of him.
    The baby sparrow returned by itself to sit on the chair-back.
    ‘Look, it’s back,’ she said, full of tenderness. ‘It’s the baby.’
    ‘How do you know it’s the same one?’
    ‘Can’t you see it is?’
    “They all look alike to me.’
    She said nothing, but began her game of carefully pushing crumbs nearer and nearer to it, so that it would be tempted but not frightened.
    T suppose it’s waiting for its father to come and feed it,’ came the grumble which her alert but cautious pose said she had expected.
    ‘Or perhaps even its mother,’ she said, dry, ironic-but regretted this note as soon as the words were out, for he erupted loudly, ‘Sitting there, just waiting for us to …’
    She said carefully, ‘Look, Father, I said this morning, if you don’t want to do it, then you don’t have to.’
    ‘You’d never let me forget it then, would you!’
    She said nothing, but leaned gently to push a crumb closer to the bird.
    ‘And then if I didn’t I suppose she’d be back home, expecting us to wait on her, buying her food …’
    She was counting ten before she spoke. ‘That’s why she wants to leave and get a place of her own.’
    ‘At our expense.’
    The money’s only sitting in the bank.’
    ‘But suppose we wanted it for something. Repairs to the house … the car’s getting old …’
    She sighed, not meaning to. ‘I said, if you feel like that about it, then don’t. But it’s only £10,000. That’s not much to put down to begin on getting independent. It’s a very good deal, you