And his interest lapsed when action ceased.
"Somebody in a book called the oriole Orestes, because that means dweller in the woods," Tom ventured.
"He dwells in a sky-scraper, that's what _I_ say," Hervey commented.

"In a hall bedroom upside down, twenty floors up." Tom tried again.

"What do you mean to do with her now that you've got her ?" he asked.
"I'm going to turn her over to you, Slady.

You're the real scout; none genuine unless marked T.S.You've got the birds all eating out of your hands." "You didn't tear the nest from the branch," Tom said.

"You must have had some idea." "Well," said Hervey, "my idea was to stick it up in an elm tree down at camp.