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-LSB- Illustration : `` Slowly and cautiously , whistling softly all the time '' -RSB- But he seemed quite content , and in two moments was pecking at his seed as if nothing had happened . `` Where are the pretty primroses gone , That lately bloomed in the wood ? '' Notwithstanding her troubles , on account of them partly , perhaps , for nothing tires out little children more than long crying , Hoodie slept soundly that night . She was still sleeping when , at seven o'clock , Magdalen , already dressed and with the cage in her hand , came into her room to watch for her waking . Martin , who had heard the joyful news an hour ago , stood with Miss King beside the little girl 's bed and looked at her . Poor Hoodie ! Her rosy face still bore traces of yesterday 's weeping , and now and then through her sleep one heard that little sobbing catch in her breathing which is , to my thinking , one of the most piteous sounds in the world .