Oh, don't talk to me about women!" and she made an outward motion of her hand as if pushing away an imaginary drove of them that was coming too near.

"I haven't a particle of patience with them.

If they're not in the habit of thinking, let them begin it right off.

Let them begin it before the birds are all destroyed.

If they have the least spark of tenderness left in their hearts------" The rest of the sentence was lost in the louder tones of a pert little miss, who in company with her mother was rummaging over a box of trimmings on the counter nearest my cage..