I couldn't hear the rest.

I told you once about this." "How you hear things, Leila.

Prince Fine Ear was a trifle to you." "Who was Prince Fine Ear ?" she asked.
"Oh, he was the fairy prince who could hear the grass grow and the roses talk.

It's a pretty French fairy tale." "What a gabble there must be in the garden, John." "It doesn't need Prince Fine Ear to hear.

Don't these big pines talk to you sometimes, and the wind in the pines--the winds-- ?" "No, they don't, but Lucy does." Something like a feeling of disappointment faintly disturbed the play of his fancies.