"Look, there is a quarrel going on between those two sparrows.

They both want the same straw." She followed his pointing finger, easily diverted.
"Oh, I wish they would not quarrel," she said.

"It is so sad and stupid to quarrel, instead of being agreeable and pleasant.

I do not like them to do that.

There, one has flown away! And see, the crocuses are coming up.