But he only sat wonderfully still, and when he spoke dropped his voice to such a softness that it was curious that she could hear him, but she could.
"It's part o' th' springtime, this nest-buildin' is," he said.

"I warrant it's been goin' on in th' same way every year since th' world was begun.

They've got their way o' thinkin' and doin' things an' a body had better not meddle.

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious." "If we talk about him I can't help looking at him," Mary said as softly as possible.

"We must talk of something else.