And that makes her laugh again.

Away she runs, and after her," cried Anne, and she sat back on her heels, "comes poor Mr.Dove, bowing and bowing...

and that's their whole life.

They never do anything else, you know." She got up and took some yellow grains out of a bag on the roof of the dove house.

"When you think of them, out in Rhodesia, Reggie, you can be sure that is what they will be doing...