He saw a good-sized trout playing in the pool, but as he had no fishing tackle with him, the boy could only watch the fish in its graceful gliding in and out of sunshine and shadow.

A robin overhead was making a noisy demonstration as if in alarm about a nest.

Dorian sat on the bank to look and listen for a few moments, then he got up again.
Crossing the river, he took the cool foot-path under the willows.

He cut down one of the smoothest, sappiest branches with which to make whistles.

Dorian was a great maker of whistles, which he freely gave away to the smaller boys and girls whom he met.