Crows and magpies fluttered about them, and cried, as if in contempt, 'Caw, caw, turned out of our nest—caw, caw,' as they had done in the wood at Borreby, when the trees were felled.
None noticed Helga but a flock of magpies, which flew chattering round the top of the tree on which she sat.
The crows, ravens and magpies started up in terror at the yelling and shouting that sounded around.
