I timed them by the clock until I was nearly dizzy, and they seemed to do the same thing every day until the young ones flew away.

Then they went over to the grape vines, made a new nest, and raised four more the same way"-- and then Rap stopped suddenly, as if he feared that he had been talking too much.
"That is all true," said the Doctor, looking very happy at finding that one of his listeners not only saw for himself but remembered and thought about what he had seen.

"If you have used your eyes so well, my lad, when we come to the bird stories I shall expect you to tell some of them yourself." And the Doctor held out his hand to the child with a look that sent him to bed to dream happy dreams for many a night.
The children gazed at Rap in surprise.

It was a new idea that a poor little fellow like him should know more than they, who had both parents and nice clothes, and had been to school in a big city.

That he should be able to tell stories about birds seemed wonderful.