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Mr Twitter was one of the unspeculative unfortunates, but he had not come quite down. He had only been twisted uncomfortably to one side, just as a toy brick is sometimes seen standing up here and there in the midst of surrounding wreck. Mr Twitter was not absolutely ruined. He had only "got into difficulties."
There was the rippling surface, carrying the shadow of the walls. Nothing came up. A cow could be heard lowing on the bluffs to her lost calf. The morning twitter of birds became an aggressive and sickening sound. "Where is he?" demanded Angélique, creeping also to her trembling knees. "Where is monsieur the colonel?"
He followed me and gamboled like a dog, rolling over on the turf and exhibiting his delight in a hundred ways. If I worked, he sat and watched me, or looked off over the bank, and kept his ear open to the twitter in the cherry-trees.
These little song sparrows must surely be ladybirds they are talking back in such a saucy twitter. Can you hear them? I wish you could see them. They are turning their pretty heads from side to side as much as to say, that he can't keep them from speaking their minds if he does keep them from getting the crumbs. Can you hear the silvery ripple of their plaints? Nothing could be sweeter. There!
How still it was in the cottage! The birches without scarcely quivered in the soft summer air, and not even the twitter of a bird was to be heard. Karin had just gently laid the old head on the pillow, when a form, almost to her as of an angel, suddenly appeared at the door. It was the pastor's wife, her face beaming with the tender interest she was feeling for the lone dweller in the cottage.
A sound from the trees themselves, no multitudinous murmur this time, but a single note, small and clear and sweet, breaking like a golden arrow of sound through the cloudy depths. Chirp, twitter! and again from the next tree, and the next, and now from all the trees, short triads, broken snatches, and at last the full chorus of song, choir answering to choir, the morning hymn of the forest.
"It is not a very fit place for a lady though there are some ladies who go to low lodging-houses regularly to preach; but unless you go for that purpose it " "Yes, my dear, it would be quite out of place," interposed Twitter. "Come, it is my duty to go to this place. Can you lead me to it, Mr Scott?" "Oh! and I should like to go too so much, so very much!"
"You'll find the cab at the end of the street, sir," he said, and next moment Sammy found himself borne along not unwillingly by North and his father. A cab door was opened. A female form was seen with outstretched arms. "Mother!" "Sammy darling " The returning prodigal disappeared into the cab. Mr Twitter turned round. "Thank you.
From the thickets along the little stream arose a faint twitter; louder and louder it sounded, and rose heavenward in full, melodious strains, soaring on high through the stillness of the night; it was the mocking-birds' greeting to the hour of rest. Autumn in New Mexico, as well as in many other parts of the world, is the most beautiful time of the year.
When the curses are loudest and most vehement, Mary's gentle hand pats his lips, smooths the gray hairs from the wrinkled brow, and calms his troubled spirit. Pansies bloom beneath the latticed windows of her cabin home. Morning-glories twine around it. Swallows twitter their joy, and build their nests beneath the eves. Motherly hens cluck to their broods in the dooryard.
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