"My bird doesn't always care to fly.

There are times when she'd rather stay in her nest with her wings folded.

Of course, I haven't nearly perfected her yet, so I don't want it mentioned in town until I get things in shape.

But I couldn't wait until then to show it to you, my dear friends, because you were all interested in it last year." "Well, well, come on and fly," cried Hippy.

"My heart is palpitating so with excitement that I am afraid it will beat once too often if something doesn't happen." "I was waiting for my helper," answered David, "but he appears to be late.
You boys will do as well." "Who is your helper, David ?" asked Anne.
"You could never guess," he replied smiling, "so I'll have to tell you.
It's old Jean, the hunter." "Why, the dear old thing!" cried Grace.