I am sure you must be glad for one reason that you have left your old life." "What is that ?" he said.
"On account of the birds.

You know Miss Laura thinks it is wrong to kill the pretty creatures that fly about the woods." "So it is," he said, "unless one kills them at once.

I have often felt angry with men for only half killing a bird.

I hated to pick up the little warm body, and see the bright eye looking so reproachfully at me, and feel the flutter of life.

We animals, or rather the most of us, kill mercifully.