Wild grapes climbed from the bushes to the lower branches and trailed back to earth again.
Here, I had two secrets I didn't propose to tell.

One was that in the crotch of some tiptop branches the biggest chicken hawks you ever saw had their nest, and if they took too many chickens father said they'd have to be frightened a little with a gun.

I can't begin to tell how I loved those hawks.

They did the one thing I wanted to most, and never could.

When I saw them serenely soar above the lowest of the soft fleecy September clouds, I was wild with envy.