Lemuel said he would like to see how it was done, anyway.
'Manda Grier took the key out of the door, and looked at it. “That key 'll cut the leaves all to pieces.”
“Can't you find some other?” suggested Statira.
“I don't know but may be I could,” said 'Manda Grier. “You just wait a half a second.”
Before Lemuel knew what she was doing, she flew out of the door, and he could hear her flying down the stairs.
“Well, I must say!” said Statira, and then neither she nor Lemuel said anything for a little while. At last she asked, “That window trouble you any?”
Lemuel said, “Not at all,” and he added, “Perhaps it's too cold for you?”
“Oh no,” said the girl, “I can't seem to get anything too cold for me. I'm the greatest person for cold weather! I'm real glad it's comin' winter. We had the greatest time, last winter,” continued Statira, “with those English sparrows. Used to feed 'em crumbs, there on the window-sill, and it seemed as if they got to know we girls, and they'd hop right inside, if you'd let 'em. Used to make me feel kind of creepy to have 'em. They say it's a sign of death to have a bird come into your room, and I was always for drivin' 'em out, but 'Manda, she said she guessed the Lord didn't take the trouble to send birds round to every one, and if the rule didn't work one way it didn't work the other. You believe in signs?”
“I don't know as I do, much. Mother likes to see the new moon over her right shoulder, pretty well,” said Lemuel.
“Well, I declare,” said Statira, “that's just the way with my aunt. Now you're up here,” she said, springing suddenly to her feet, “I want you should see what a nice view we got from our window.”