The blackbirds above him in chattering debate discussed migration.

A stiff breeze swept the fields, topped the embankment, and rushed down circling about Dannie, and setting his teeth chattering, for he was almost as wet as if he had been completely immersed.

As the chill struck in, from force of habit he thought of Jimmy.

If he was ever going to learn how to take care of himself, a man past thirty-five should know.

Would he come home and put on dry clothing?
But when had Jimmy taken care of himself?
Dannie felt that he should go back, bring him home, and make him dress quickly.
A sharp pain shot across Dannie's swollen face.