"Of course you can discourage the birds, drive them off, break up their nests, starve them out, and have a crop of caterpillars instead of cherries.

But, beg pardon, madam, maybe you don't object to caterpillars," and he bowed low to the landlady.
The laugh was against her and I was glad of it, for I didn't consider it either kind or polite to call us "saucy little thieves." We were amused one morning when, flying over a piece of pretty country, we saw a lady moving rapidly along on the red sandy path below.

She seemed to be neither exactly riding nor walking, as she was not on foot nor had she a horse.

On closer inspection it was seen that she was propelling a strange-looking vehicle.

Two of her carriage wheels were gone, and between the remaining two the lady was perched.