Bedad! Let's do it." Jimmy addressed the quail: "Quailie, quailie on the fince, We think your singin's just imminse.
Stay right here, and live with us, And the fellow that shoots you will strike a fuss." "We can protect them all richt enough," laughed Dannie.

"And when the snow comes we can feed Cardinals like cheekens.

Wish when we threshed, we'd saved a few sheaves of wheat.

They do that in Germany, ye know.
The last sheaf of the harvest they put up on a long pole at Christmas, as a thank-offering to the birds fra their care of the crops.

My father often told of it." "That would be great," said Jimmy.