Perhaps he has come to catch some birds.

Let's drive him away." "Gently, gently, Nat," said Olive; "it is a boy, but you are not sure that he is doing any harm, and besides it was only yesterday that you were vexed with me because I wouldn't let you pop at the birds yourself.

We will ask him what he is doing." They went through the orchard, and found a boy, about twelve years old, lying in the grass.

He had dark hair and eyes, and a sun-burned face, but was very thin, and a rude crutch was lying beside him.
"Well, little boy," said Olive pleasantly, "what is your name, and what are you doing here ?" The child looked frightened at first and hid his face on his arm, but finally looked up, and said timidly, "My name is Rap, and I was watching the birds.

Please, I didn't know anybody lived here, only cows, and I've been coming in most times for two years." Then they saw that he had a tattered piece of a book in one hand, which he slipped inside his jacket as carefully as if it were a great treasure.
"Watching them to like them or to catch them ?" asked Nat suspiciously, then feeling ashamed the next moment when Rap answered: "To like them.