At the moment she was feeding the quail she had tamed.

And she had begun to tame the mocking-birds.

They fluttered among the branches overhead and some left off their songs to flit down and shyly hop near the twittering quail.

Little gray and white rabbits crouched in the grass, now nibbling, now laying long ears flat and watching the dogs.
Venters's swift glance took in the brightening valley, and Bess and her pets, and Ring and Whitie.

It swept over all to return again and rest upon the girl.