At the far end of the houses the head gardener stood waiting for his mistress, and he gave her strips of bass to tie up her nosegay. This she did slowly and laboriously, with knuckly old fingers that shook.

It was a bird, a small hawkling. A baby. And as she watched, it began to stretch its wet, feeble wings.

Turn left after the second open door.

Giggliness is really a form of nervousness, and who wouldn't be a little nervous when first moving into unfamiliar territory?