Thyra Flowerdew was traveling alone in Switzerland. She made money by tuning*pianos for others, Some people did not treat her well, seeing her as just a low-paid worker. Nobody knew that she was actually a famous pianist. But she doesn't mind. She's like a wild bird who loves freedom and doesn't care what people think of her.
One day she played the piano in front of a group of people. When she stopped playing, there was not a sound to be heard, but the magic of her music was still holding her listeners. At last they came forward to greet her.
"There is only one person who can play like that, "one man said," She is Miss Thyra Flowerdew."
Thyra smiled.
"That is my name, "she said, and she went quietly out of the room.
The next morning, at an early hour, the bird of passage went on flying. The singer Oswald Everard saw Thyra on the road, and he followed her.
"You little wild bird!" he saiD. " And so this was your great idea to have your fun out of us all, and then play to us and make us feel I don't know how, and then to go."
"You said the company wanted stirring*up, "she answered," and I believe I have stirred them up."
"And what do you suppose*you have done for me?" he asked.
"I hope I have proved*to you that the bellows-blower *and the organist*are sometimes the same person," she answered.
But he shook his head.
"Little wild bird," he said, "you have given me a great idea, and I will tell you what it is: to tame* you. So good-bye for the present."
"Good-bye," she said. " But wild birds are not so easily tamed*."
Then she waved her hand over her head and went on her way singing.
From The Bird on its Journey
By Beatrice Harraden
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