A minute previously she was violent; now, supported on one arm, and not noticing my refusal to obey her, she seemed to find childish diversion in pulling the feathers from the rents she had just made, and ranging them on the sheet according to their different species: her mind had strayed to other associations.
'That's a turkey's,' she murmured to herself; 'and this is a wild duck's; and this is a pigeon's.

Ah, they put pigeons' feathers in the pillows--no wonder I couldn't die! Let me take care to throw it on the floor when I lie down.

And here is a moor-cock's; and this--I should know it among a thousand--it's a lapwing's.

Bonny bird; wheeling over our heads in the middle of the moor.

It wanted to get to its nest, for the clouds had touched the swells, and it felt rain coming.