It is the same as when we moved, you know." "Did she?
I will have it done.

Good-by." "Good-by." She was at the window now, and had opened a pane.
"What's that you are doing ?" "Looking through my wicket." I went back again to understand the wicket.

It had been made, she said, so that she might have fresh air in all weathers, without raising the windows.

In the night she could look out without danger of taking cold.

We looked over the autumn fields; the crows were flying seaward over the stubble, or settling in the branches of an old fir, standing alone, midway between the woods and the orchard.