I can't sing, but I can whistle, and I'm going to entertain you so you won't feel alone.

Ready now!" The Girl leaned her elbows on the table, closed her eyes, and pressed her slender white hands over them.
"Please don't call the birds," she said.

"I can't rest if you do.

It was so exciting trying to see all of them and guess what they were saying." "No," said the Harvester gently.

"This ten minutes is for relaxation, you know.