"They've been moved to the side veranda.

You do like doves, don't you, Reggie ?" "Awfully," said Reggie, so fervently that as he opened the French window for her and stood to one side, Anne ran forward and laughed at the doves instead.
To and fro, to and fro over the fine red sand on the floor of the dove house, walked the two doves.

One was always in front of the other.

One ran forward, uttering a little cry, and the other followed, solemnly bowing and bowing.

"You see," explained Anne, "the one in front, she's Mrs.Dove.She looks at Mr.Dove and gives that little laugh and runs forward, and he follows her, bowing and bowing.