Nature sets no value upon life neither of minute hill-snail nor of human being. I thought myself so much to the earliest leaf and the first meadow orchis so important that I should note the first zee-zee of the titlark that I should pronounce it summer, because now the oaks were green; I must not miss a day nor an hour in the fields lest something should escape me.
When finally I located Bunch and told him the bitter truth he acted like a zee-zee boy in a Wheel House. Laugh! Say! he just threw out his chest and cackled a solo that fairly bit its way through my anatomy. Every once in a white he'd give me the red-faced glare and snicker, "Oh, you mark! You Cincherine! You to the seltzer bottle fizz! fizz! The only and original Wheeze Puller, not!