Who would guess," he teased, "that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair?" Kit giggled. "Are you saying I've turned into a crow?" "Not exactly." His eyes were intensely blue with merriment. "I can still see the green feathers if I look hard enough. But they've done their best to make you into a sparrow, haven't they?


The Witch of Blackbird Pond (ed. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2011) - ISBN: 9780547550299


Who would guess, he teased, that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair? Kit giggled. Are you saying I've turned into a crow? Not...

Who would guess, he teased, that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair? Kit giggled. Are you saying I've turned into a crow? Not...

Who would guess, he teased, that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair? Kit giggled. Are you saying I've turned into a crow? Not...

Who would guess, he teased, that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair? Kit giggled. Are you saying I've turned into a crow? Not...