There had been a robin at the well.
"Kape your eye on, Mary" advised Jimmy.

"If she ain't watched close from this time on, she'll be settin' hins in snowdrifts, and pouring biling water on the daffodils to sprout them." On the first of March, five killdeers flew over in a flock, and a half hour later one straggler crying piteously followed in their wake.
"Oh, the mane things!" almost sobbed Mary.

"Why don't they wait for it ?" She stood by a big kettle of boiling syrup at the sugar camp, almost helpless in Jimmy's boots and Dannie's great coat.

Jimmy cut and carried wood, and Dannie hauled sap.

All the woods were stirred by the smell of the curling smoke and the odor of the boiling sap, fine as the fragrance of flowers.