He looked at the plump little scarlet-waistcoated bird as if he were both proud and fond of him.
"He's a conceited one," he chuckled.

"He likes to hear folk talk about him.

An' curious--bless me, there never was his like for curiosity an' meddlin'.

He's always comin' to see what I'm plantin'.

He knows all th' things Mester Craven never troubles hissel' to find out.