. The one I knew the best of all : a memory of the mind of a child . e. So de-lightfully fresh and cool after one has been flyingabout in the hot sun. And so secluded ! Whydid not Rosiebeak think of suggesting that Ishould build the nest here ? And none of thosebig, walking-about creatures who dont sing- And then, perhaps, his round, bright, dark eyefell upon her and he made a nervous little move,as if he were going to fly away, but seeing thatshe did not stir, reflected upon her, and then shethought he said : What is it? It looks like one of them, but itdoes not move or make a noise, and its
. The one I knew the best of all : a memory of the mind of a child . e. So de-lightfully fresh and cool after one has been flyingabout in the hot sun. And so secluded ! Whydid not Rosiebeak think of suggesting that Ishould build the nest here ? And none of thosebig, walking-about creatures who dont sing- And then, perhaps, his round, bright, dark eyefell upon her and he made a nervous little move,as if he were going to fly away, but seeing thatshe did not stir, reflected upon her, and then shethought he said : What is it? It looks like one of them, but itdoes not move or make a noise, and its eyes lookfriendly. And then he would gather courage, if he was anenterprising bird, and hop onto a nearer twig andexamine her, making quick little curious move- 77ic Dryad Days 271 ments with his head and neck. After which hewould probably fly away. But she had an idea that he always came againand brought some member of his family and en-deavored to explain her to them and tell them thathis imp ressionwas that shewould not of them,she was quitesure, came. CMffiP! ¥, , again. She believed she recognized them. Andthey became so used to seeing her that they didnot mind her in the least, and had quarrels andreconciliations, and said unpleasant things abouttheir relations, and deplored the habits theirchildren were getting into, and practised theirscales just as if she had been one of the fam-ily. Squirrels had no objection to her, rabbits occa-sionally came and looked, and dragon-flies andbeetles regarded her as of no consequence at all. 272 The One I Knew tJie Best of All They think I am another kind of little animal,she used to delight herself with thinking— an-other kind of squirrel or thrush or beetle, or anew kind of rabbit they have not seen. Or per-haps they think I am a very little cow withouthorns. They dont think I am a person, and theyknow I like them. Some mornings she spent there it would be al-most impossible to describe. The air, the odors,the sounds of
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