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"Wasted effort, so far as I am concerned," Valeria put in, with a chirpy accent which was exasperating, even to a bridegroom very much in love with his bride. In the darkness that muffled the land, save where the yellow flare of lamps in the little town made a misty brightness, came the click of shod hoofs.
Just give 'em time to let the proper point of view sink in, and they'll be chirpy as sparrows again. Besides, what good could you do by staying at home? The Comyns have a nice place; you'll have a capital time. I insist on your going." "Very well, then," said Jean. Yet she could hardly picture Andrew and her cousin quite as chirpy as sparrows.
Jilkins says where he got the idea as either of 'em ever chirped in their lives she cannot conceive, for Mr. Jilkins ain't so much as peeped a good part of the time since they were married an' she says as for being chirpy, she looks upon the word as city slang. But Judge Fitch is about the maddest of all!
He again missed the bird, however, and it then flew straight into the bosom of my jacket as I stood in front of it, whistling to entice it in that chirpy kissing way in which you hear starlings call to each other, having learnt the way to do so from a boy at Westham.
My black tulle dress has become brown and gray in its efforts to keep up to the mark; and as for Laura's white lace, it has become gray and brown, so you see we must go home. We went to Lola's card-party. There was the bereaved brother, looking very chirpy, and the Dean, and the Abbe. They kindly proposed to teach me their favorite game of tresillo. They took a lively interest in my ignorance.
So he felt quite safe in bullying so gentle a creature as Chirpy Cricket. Thinking that he ought to be polite to his caller, rude as he was, Chirpy asked Mr. Nighthawk if he wouldn't kindly play something. "I don't care if I do," said Mr. Nighthawk meaning that he did care, and that he would play something. But it was not because he wanted to oblige anybody. He was proud of his booming.
Meadow Mouse explained that his wits always worked better when somebody made music for him. "Didn't you notice his cry a little while ago?" Mr. Meadow Mouse asked. "Didn't you notice how his voice trembled?" "Yes!" Chirpy said. "Yes! Now that you speak of it, I remember that his voice shook a good deal." "Ah!" Mr. Meadow Mouse exclaimed. "Something had frightened him.
"I'd have to see them before I made a choice," Freddie Firefly told him in a more hopeful tone. So Chirpy ordered Kiddie Katydid and Moses and Mehitable to produce their banners, which they had left leaning against the wall. They brought them forth fearfully, each hoping that his or hers wasn't going to be taken away and handed over to Freddie Firefly to carry in the procession.
As for Annie Oombrella, having some one to look after quite transformed her. She grew plump and chirpy, and bustling as a blithe little sparrow, though perhaps duck would be a happier comparison, for she was dabbling and splashing in water all the day long, making the stairs and porches of her curatorship fairly glisten with cleanliness. Her rates went up to twenty cents an hour.
But he thought that by hurrying he ought to be able to get back in time to put on his best coat and go to the party, though he might arrive somewhat late. "Don't forget to ask Betsy Butterfly to the party!" Daddy called, as he started off on his long trip. "Don't worry! I'll attend to that myself," Chirpy Cricket promised. "And don't forget to invite Joseph Bumble!" Daddy cautioned him.
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