"there's no knowin'. the old ones turn 'em out o' their nest an' make 'en fly an' they're scattered before you know it. this one was a knowin' one an' he knew he was lonely."
mistress mary went a step nearer to the robin and looked at him very hard.
"i'm lonely," she said.
she had not known before that this was one of the things wich made her feel sour and cross.
[the secret garden - f. hodgson burnett]