Minnie. ’Cause they’re so pretty, and so cunning!
Hittie. So they are, Minnie.
Minnie. And they keep with the flowers all the time, and eat honey.
Arthur. They eat the little mites of insects as much as they do honey.
Edith. My brother found a humming-bird’s nest. Oh, the inside of it was just as soft as wool! and little bits of white eggs, just like little bits of white beans.
Dora (looking at Eva, and taking her hand). Now, here’s a little girl sitting still all this time, and not saying a word.
Caroline. I know it. Isn’t she a dear little girl? (Stroking her hair.)
Mary. She ought to be a dove, she’s so gentle and still.
Debbie. You dear little pigeon-dove, what bird would you be?
Eva (looking up). Sparrow.