The next day being Saturday, when Philip could watch them, he let themout. All day long his heart was torn with pride and fear--they lookedso beautiful, circling and wheeling over the stable and far away acrossthe road, and yet his heart was chill with the fear that they wouldnever return.

That night the Pigeon Book received the following entry:

April 21st.--_I let them out and, they came back--they are sweet pets.I dreem about them every night I sometimes have two dreems, my good dreem isthe've layd my bad dreem is about tomcats and two little heaps offethers its horrid_.

The next month another entry went into the book:

_I sold another pare to-day I've raised the price this pare is to bedeliveblack in 0gist. I gave them a bran mash to-day, it makes them laysure._