He knows we're talkin' about him." It was the queerest thing in the world to see the old fellow.

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'.