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Then the autumn at the West was so glowing , so full of richness that it stirred her immeasurably . She could hardly endure the confinement on some days . `` What makes you so restless ? '' asked the master one noon when he was dismissing some scholars kept in until their slow wits had mastered their tasks . She , too , had been inattentive and willful . `` I am part of the woods to-day , a chipmunk running about , a cricket which dares not chirp , '' and she glanced up into the stern eyes with a merry light , `` a grasshopper who takes long strides , a bee who goes buzzing , a glad , gay bird who says to his mate , ` Come , let us go to the unknown land and spend a winter in idleness , with no nest to build , no hungry , crying babies to feed , nothing but just to swing in the trees and laugh with the sunshine . ' '' `` Thou art a queer child .