Blue-Bird Weather
Page 17"Blue-bird weather," she sighed; and again they exchanged smiles. He
noticed that her eyes had somehow become exceedingly blue instead of the
clear gray which he had supposed was their color. And, after her brief
slumber, there seemed to be a sort of dewy freshness about them, and
about her slightly pink cheeks, which, at that time, he had no idea were
at all perilous to him. All he was conscious of was a sensation of
pleasure in looking at her, and a slight surprise in the revelation of
elements in her which, he began to decide, constituted real beauty.
perfect description of a spring-like day in winter. Is it a local
expression?"
"Yes--I think so. There's a song about it, along the coast"--she
laughed uncertainly--"a rather foolish song."
"What is it?"
"If I remember"--she hesitated, thinking for a moment, then, with a
laugh which he thought a little bashful--"it's really too silly to
"Please sing it!"
"Very well--if you wish."
And in a low, pretty, half-laughing voice, she sang: "Quiet sea and quiet sky,
Idle sail and anchored boat,
Just a snowflake gull afloat,
Drifting like a feather--
And the gray hawk crying,
That is blue-bird weather:--
And the high hawk crying,
And a maid's heart sighing
Till lass and lover come together,--
This is blue-bird weather."
She turned her head and looked steadily out across the waste of water.
"I told you it was silly," she said, very calmly.