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The last birds twittered in the woods; the green arc of the hill against the evening sky had a great majesty of repose and rest. "Now, Paul!" said Maggie. "What is it, dear?" but he slowly changed colour and looked away from her, out into the wood. "We've got to face it some time," she said. "The sooner, then, the better "
"All over," twittered the swallows, who were also flying eastward towards the Tree of the Sun. It was no good news which they carried home. "I think the Seer has been badly served," said the second brother, "but the Hearer may be more successful." This one possessed the sense of hearing to a very high degree: so acute was this sense, that it was said he could hear the grass grow.
I said nothing, however, and soon we were in a large room, sumptuously furnished, looking out on the great square. The morning sun stared in, some snowbirds twittered on the window-sill, and inside, a canary, in an alcove hung with plants and flowers, sang as if it were the heart of summer.
For at this juncture, as had so often happened when this girl and I were closeted, the conversation once more went blue on us. The night breeze whispered, but not the Bassett. A bird twittered, but not so much as a chirp escaped Bertram. It was perfectly amazing, the way her mere presence seemed to wipe speech from my lips and mine, for that matter, from hers.
With the relaxing of her fingers she eased him from her so that she could look from one to the other. "Two bonnie, bonnie men. Good-by, bonnie men. Good-by, Red Cloud." In the pause, they waited, while the doctor bared her arm for the needle. "Sleepy, sleepy," she twittered in mimicry of drowsy birds. "I am ready, doctor. Stretch the skin tight, first. You know I don't like to be hurt.
Founded on fact. "CHICKADEE-DEE-DEE-DEE! Chickadee-dee-dee-dee! Chicka " "Cheerup, cheerup, chee-chee! Cheerup, cheerup, chee-chee!" "Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee!" "Rap-atap-atap-atap!" went the woodpecker; "Mrs. Chickadee may speak first." "Friends," began Mrs. Chickadee, "why do you suppose I called you together?" "Because it's the day before Christmas," twittered Snow Bunting.
Sea-beasts, such as the walrus, now restricted to the extreme north, paddled about where birds had twittered among the topmost twigs of the fir-trees. How long this state of things endured we know not, but at length it came to an end. The upheaved glacial mud hardened into the soil of modern Norfolk.
As he turned from the instrument its bell again compelled his attention. He took up the receiver, and the voice of a girl came to his ear. A week or two ago he had rather liked that voice and its owner, a gay, irresponsible, good-hearted little creature who pranced in the front row of an up-town pony ballet. Now he listened to it with keen distaste. "Hello, Laurie," it twittered. "Is that you?
The sparrow twittered about the thatched eaves and budding hedges; the robin threw a livelier note into his late querulous wintry strain; and the lark, springing up from the reeking bosom of the meadow, towered away into the bright fleecy cloud, pouring forth torrents of melody.
"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away. After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind."
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