chip-sparrow

Updated: June 16, 2025

Clare stepped out, and lifting up the curtain, laughed too. "What is it?" said Miss Ophelia, coming to the railing. There sat Tom, on a little mossy seat in the court, every one of his button-holes stuck full of cape jessamines, and Eva, gayly laughing, was hanging a wreath of roses round his neck; and then she sat down on his knee, like a chip-sparrow, still laughing.

Harriet Beecher Stowe - Uncle Tom's Cabin