a white heron part 1

the story starts in June

the story starts just before 8 o’clock

mistress Moolly is described as a plodding, dilatory, provoking creature

mistress Moolly is a valued companion

Sylvia is walking eastward with mistress Moolly in the beginning of the story

it was mistress Moollys greatest pleasure to hide herself away among the high huckleberry bushes

though mistress Moolly wore a loud bell she had made the discovery that if one stood perfectly still it would not ring.

Sylvia called co’!co’! while searching for mistress Moolly

If mistress Moolly had not given good milk and plenty of it, Sylvia probably wouldn’t have been sent to find her

Sometimes in pleasant weather it was a consolation to look upon the cow’s pranks as an intelligent attempt to play hide and seek

the “game of hide and seek” lasted so long that the mistress Moolly gave up her hiding spot

Sylvia found mistress Mooly at the swamp side

Sylvia urged mistress Mooly affectionately homeward with a twig of birch leaves

Sylvia started to go home at half past five o’clock

Mrs. Tilley had chased the horned torment (mistress Moolly)

Sylvia is 9 years old

Sylvia is Mrs.tilleys grand daughter

Sylvia is “afraid of folks”

Sylvia whispered that this was a beautiful place to live in, and she never should wish to go home when a cat rubbed against her leg

mistress Mooly taking slow steps, and Sylvia very fast ones

mistress Mooly stopped long at the brook to drink

the pasture were half a swamp

in the great boughs overhead. They were full of little birds and beasts that seemed to be wide-awake, and going about their world, or else saying good-night to each other in sleepy twitters.

sylvia was looking for mistress mooly for 9 and a half hours

sylvia had been on the farm for a year

the thought of the great redfaced boy who used to chase and frighten her made sylvia hurry along the path to escape from the shadow of the trees

Suddenly this sylvia is horror-stricken to hear a boys whistle not very far away

a bird’s whistle, which would have a sort of friendliness

a boy’s whistle, determined, and somewhat aggressive.

the stranger had been hunting for birds when he happened apon Sylvia

mrs.tilley calls Sylvia silvy

Sylvia was 8 years old when she first came to live with her grandmother

mrs.tilley offered the stranger milk and to sleep on husks or feathers

Mrs. Tilley’s house is described as the best thrift of an old-fashioned farmstead, though on such a small scale that it seemed like a hermitage

The cow was a good milker, though a plaguy thing to keep track of

mrs.tilley had buried four children, so that Sylvia’s mother, and a son (who might be dead) in California were all the children she had left

Dan is Sylvia’s uncle

Dan, my boy, was a great hand to go gunning- Mrs. Tilley

mrs.tilley thinks Sylvia takes after Dan

Dan tamed a crow once

the hunter has been hunting 2 or 3 rare birds for 5 years

the birds the hunter catches are stuffed and preserved

the hunter is an ornithologist

the ornithologist caught a glimpse of a white heron three mil

es from mrs.tilleys on Saturday

the white heron has never been found in the district near mrs.tilleys house at all

Sylvia was watching a hop-toad in the narrow footpath instead of paying attention to the ornithologist

A queer tall white bird with soft feathers and long thin legs. And it would have a nest perhaps in the top of a high tree, made of sticks, something like a hawk’s nest- the ornithologist describing the white heron to sylvia

the sea which Sylvia wondered and dreamed about

the white herons great voice could often be heard above the noise of the woods on stormy nights

the ornithologist offers sylvia 10 dollars if she can show him the herons nest

an ornithologist is a person who studies or is an expert on birds.

the ornithologist gave sylvia a jack-knife, which she thought as great a treasure as if she were a desert-islander

Sylvia would have liked him vastly better without his gun

Sylvia still watched the young man with loving admiration

he woman’s heart, asleep in sylvia, was vaguely thrilled by a dream of love

sylvia and the ornithologist spoke rarely to each other

sylvias eyes were greay