"He's watching you.
That's Clement's voice you hear." "Clement's voice," exclaimed Sarah Brown.

"Singing like that?
Why, he sounds perfectly happy." "Perfectly happy," mocked the fairy.

"His family only sings like that when it's upset.

Perfectly happy indeed! Can't you understand tragedy when you hear it ?" Sarah Brown with despairing care tucked the nest up under a bean, and replaced the unbroken egg.
"Do you mean to tell me, then," she said, after a busy painful pause, "that Shelley probably misunderstood that lark he wrote a poem about?
He called it a blithe spirit, you know, because it sang.

Do you suppose it wasn't one ?" "Certainly not," said the fairy.