Stevie lay on his side, reaching out through the overgrown plants, trying to get the bird. Her fingers lishkosnulis feathers. - Allow me, - said the man. - My hands are longer. - And not waiting for an invitation, he knelt down, stretched out his hand and closed his fingers around the bird and gave it to Stevie. - Thank you, - she said. - For God's sake. Stevie kept the little crow, she was afraid that he will escape. Now, it is generally thought only about how to leave it, to grow and also to protect from Tilly. But the man did not leave. Maybe she was a witch, and he looked up at her, and suddenly she knew who he was. The form of the face, bending his mouth - it was Nell's father.