hand. It is a small hand and a small face. It might be a woman—No. Now he pushes his hair back off his forehead—It's a man all right."
"Women sometimes do that," said the Doctor.
"True," said the owl. "But when they do, their long hair makes quite a different sound.… Sh! Make that fidgety pig keep still. Now all hold your breath a moment so I can listen well. This is very difficult, what I'm doing now—and the pesky door is so thick! Sh! Everybody quite still—shut your eyes and don't breathe."
Too-Too leaned down and listened again very hard and long.
At last he looked up into the Doctor's face and said,
"The man in there is unhappy. He weeps. He has taken care not to blubber or sniffle, lest we should find out that he is crying. But I heard—quite distinctly—the sound of a tear falling on his sleeve."
"How do you know it wasn't a drop of water
