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had forgotten them too, when at daybreak, on the first of April, they heard a hard beak knocking at their door, and a voice crying—

“‘Cuckoo! cuckoo! Let me in with my presents.’

“Spare ran to open the door, and in came the cuckoo, carrying on one side of his bill a golden leaf larger than that of any tree in the north country; and in the other, one like that of the common laurel, only it had a fresher green.

“‘Here,’ it said, giving the gold to Scrub and the green to Spare, ‘it is a long carriage from the world’s end. Give me a slice of barley bread, for I must tell the north country that the spring has come.’

“Scrub did not grudge the thickness of that slice, though it was cut from their last loaf. So much gold had never been in the cobbler’s hands before, and he could not help exulting over his brother.

“‘See the wisdom of my choice!’ he said, holding up the large leaf of gold. ‘As for yours, as good might be plucked from any hedge. I wonder a sensible bird would carry the like so far.’

“‘Good master cobbler,’ cried the cuckoo, finishing the slice, ‘your conclusions are more hasty than courteous. If your brother be disappointed