I'll tell you in English their words that day.
"Sister," said Manuel, "often I've heard,
That the trees scarce have room for the nest of each bird;
For this is the land of these beautiful things,
And the air seems alive with their songs and their wings;
And I think that I know of a little bird breast,
Which was puzzled and troubled for place for a nest."
"Now, brother," said Lena, "don't tell me a word,
Let me hunt for the nest of this crowded-out bird,"
So away they went roving o'er hill and through dell;—