"Of unrequited love," her grandmother explained. "He sang and scolded all night for his scolder hen and then along came another and stole her away, so he put his head under the water and floated away." - P25
"It’s not necessary," Grandmother said. "The tide will come in and he’ll bury himself. Seabirds are supposed to be buried at sea, like sailors." - P26
It was important for her not to stand up too quickly, so she had time to watch the blade of grass just as the down left its hold and was borne away in a light morning breeze. It was carried out of her field of vision, and when she got on her feet the landscape had grown smaller. - P27
"I saw a feather," she said. "A piece of scolder down." "What scolder?" Sophia said, for she had forgotten the bird that died of love. - P28
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