_Dall Glic_: So it might be too. She is a great
manager of people.

_King_: She is that ...I think I hear her
coming.... Throw a cloth over the plates.

_Queen: (Coming in.)_ I was in search of you.

_King_: I thought you were in Nuala's sunny
parlour, learning her to play music and to go through
books.

_Queen_: That is what I thought to do. But I
hadn't hardly started to teach her the principles
of conversation and the branches of relationships
and kindred of the big people of the earth, when
she plucked off the coverings I had put over the
cages, and set open their doors, till the fiery birds
of Sabes and the canaries of the eastern world
were screeching around my head, giving out every
class of cry and call.

_King_: So they would too.

_Queen_: The royal eagles stirred up till I must
quit the place with their squawking, and the
enchanted swans raising up their heads and pecking
at the beadwork on my gown.

_King_: Ah, she has a wish for the birds of the air,