"Heard ane goin' over in the nicht.

How long is it now till the Kingfisher comes ?" "Just a little while," said Jimmy.

"If only these March storms would let up 'stid of down! He can't come until he can fish, you know.

He's got to have crabs and minnies to live on." A few days later the green hylas began to pipe in the swamps, the bullfrogs drummed among the pools in the bottom, the doves cooed in the thickets, and the breath of spring was in the nostrils of all creation, for the wind was heavy with the pungent odor of catkin pollen.

The spring flowers were two inches high.