"Oh!" she cried out, "is it you—is it you?" And it did not seem at all queer to her that she spoke to him as if she were sure that he would understand and answer her.
He did answer. He twittered and chirped and hopped along the wall as if he were telling her all sorts of things. It seemed to Mistress Mary as if she understood him, too, though he was not speaking in words. It was as if he said:
"Good morning! Isn't the wind nice? Isn't the sun nice? Isn't everything nice? Let us both chirp and hop and twitter. Come on! Come on!"
- The Secret Garden
3 comments:
Merry May Day to you too, Meg! It wasn't the brightest of days here sunshine-wise, but I've got cheery little sprouts of May Queen lettuce popping up in honor of the occasion. :)
Oops. That was me, Elizabeth (not Hanna), commenting above. I had no idea my sister was signed in. I'm sure she'd wish you a merry May Day too, though!
Thanks elizabeth! A merry May day to you too. (And Hanna, lol!) We had rain here today too, but the sun peeped out alittle bit this aft, and I have some jolly bright gerbera daises on the kitchen table. =:)
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