I love meadow larks, but I never could put in all my time listening to 'em sing.

I generally had something else I had to do." "Well, you've nothing else to do now, so listen to this meadow lark, will you?
Though I must say--" "I'd like to, but I can't.

There are things I've got to do." "There are not! Not a single thing but be a nice boy and get well.

And to get well you must--" "A lot you know about it--you, with nothing to worry you, any more than a meadow lark.

Not as much, because they do have to rustle their own worms and watch out for hawks and things, and you--" "I suppose you would imply that I have about as much brains as a meadow lark, perhaps!" Mary V rose valiantly to the argument.