The bloom is pretty and the birds you'll have will be a treat to see and hear, if we keep away cats, don't fire guns, scatter food, and move quietly among them.

With our water attractions added, there is nothing impossible in the way of making friends with feathered folk." "There is one thing I don't understand," said the Girl.

"You wouldn't risk breaking the wing of a moth by keeping it when you wanted a drawing very much; you don't seem to kill birds and animals that other people do.

You almost worship a tree; now how can you take a knife and peel the bark to sell or dig up beautiful bushes by the root." "Perhaps I've talked too much about the woods," said the Harvester gently.

"I've longed inexpressibly for sympathetic company here, because I feel rooted for life, so I am more than anxious that you should care for it.