It was a habit I had of sitting quite still a long time and listening.

That was what I called it--"listening." I was listening to hear if the life on the moor made any sound I could understand.

I felt as if it might, if I were very still and listened long enough.
Angus and Jean and I were not afraid of rain and mist and change of weather.

If we had been we could have had little outdoor life.

We always carried plaids enough to keep us warm and dry.