Some are bishops as well as saints; one must have been at Rome in his day, for he wore his long thick beard in the fashion of Michelangelo's Moses.

He stretched out toward the passers two fingers of blessing and was unaware of the sparrow which had lighted on them and was giving him the effect of offering it to the public admiration.
Squads of soldiers tramping by turned to look and smile, and the dull faces of citizens lighted up at the quaint sight.

Some children stopped and remained very quiet, not to scare away the bird; and a cold-faced, spiritual-looking priest paused among them as if doubting whether to rescue the absent-minded bishop from a situation derogatory to his dignity; but he passed on, and then the sparrow suddenly flew off.
Rose Adding had lingered for the incident with March, but they now pushed on, and came up with the others at the end of the bridge, where they found them in question whether they had not better take a carriage and drive to the foot of the hill before they began their climb.

March thanked them, but said he was keeping up the terms of his cure, and was getting in all the walking he could.

Rose begged his mother not to include him in the driving party; he protested that he was feeling so well, and the walk was doing him good.