“Yes, do,” said Jeanne, “though I don’t know that it would be much good.  Dudu’s dreadfully tricky.”

She had not told Hugh of the trick the raven had played her, though why she had not done so she could hardly have explained.  Perhaps she was a little ashamed of having been so frightened; perhaps she was still a little afraid of Dudu; and most of all, I think, she had a great curiosity to find out more about the mysterious bird, and thought it best to leave Hugh to face his own adventures.

“If Dudu thinks I’ve told Cheri all about his funny ways,” she thought, “perhaps he’ll be angry and not do any more queer things.”

The snow was still, as I said, thick on the ground, thicker, indeed, than the day before.  But the children managed to amuse themselves very well.  Marcelline would not hear of their going out, not even as far as the chickens’ house, but she fetched Nibble to pay them a visit in the afternoon, and they had great fun with him.

“He looks very happy, doesn’t he, Cheri?” said Jeanne.  “I am sure Houpet has been kind to him.  What a pity pets can’t speak, isn’t it? they could tell us such nice funny things.”

“Yes,” said Hugh, “I’ve often thought that, and I often have thought Nibble could speak if he liked.”

“Houpet could, I’m quite sure,” said Jeanne, “and I believe Dudu and he do speak to each other.  You should just see them sometimes.  Why, there they are!” she added, going close up to the window near which she had been standing.  “Do come here, Cheri, quick, but come very quietly.”

Hugh came forward and looked out.  There were the four birds, making the quaintest group you could fancy.  Houpet with his waving tuft of feathers was perched on the top rung of a short garden ladder, his two little hens as usual close beside him.  And down below on the path stood the raven, on one leg of course, his queer black head very much on one side, as he surveyed the little group above him.

“Silly young people,” he seemed to be saying to himself; but Houpet was not to be put down so.  With a shrill, clear crow he descended from his perch, stepped close up to Dudu, looked him in the face, and then quietly marched off, followed by his two companions.  The children watched this little scene with the greatest interest.

“They do look as if they were talking to each other,” said Hugh.  “I wonder what it’s about.”

“Perhaps it’s about the party,” said Jeanne; “the party you said you’d give to the peacocks on the wall, and all the pets.”

“Perhaps,” said Hugh.  “I am sure there must be beautiful big rooms in that castle with the lots of steps up to it, where the peacocks stand.  Don’t you think it would be nice to get inside that castle and see what it’s like?”

“Oh, wouldn’t it!” said Jeanne, clapping her hands.  “How I do wish we could!  You might tell Dudu to take us, Cheri.  Perhaps it’s a fairy palace really, though it only looks like a picture, and if Dudu’s a fairy, he might know about it.”