You are rather dainty, Sir Felix!" "My daintiness does not hurt you." "Can't I speak ?" (sharply) "Please yourself." A silence.

A cuckoo sang in the forest, and was answered from a tree within the distant palisade.

Felix chopped away slowly and deliberately; he was not a good workman.

Oliver watched his progress with contempt; he could have put it into shape in half the time.

Felix could draw, and design; he could invent, but he was not a practical workman, to give speedy and accurate effect to his ideas.
"My opinion is," said Oliver, "that that canoe will not float upright.
It's one-sided." Felix, usually so self-controlled, could not refrain from casting his chisel down angrily.