May Byron

“ He wants to do all the talking himself."
"How does he do the boom-boom?" said Robin, wild with curiosity. For he thought he would like to learn how to boom-boom himself. It would silence Mrs. Robin when she scolded him.
But the Water-Lady said, "Sh-s-s-h, go away!" and disappeared inside. She was all in pale pink and gold, like the cuckoo-flowers and king-cups.
Robin wouldn't go away. He suddenly became very obstinate, and determined to find out what the Last-of-the-Bitterns looked like. And he squeezed, and shoved, and slithered between the bulrushes. ”

“ As for Robin, he does nothing now from morning to night but look after them. They are always hungry, and always saying so. There isn't a moment's time for anything but meal-times. Robin's rambles are over for the present. ”

“ A broad is another East Country thing. It is a large wide sheet of water. It's not a lake and not a pond—it's a broad, that's all you can say,—with reeds, and rushes, and sedges, and lovely water plants all along the shore. And it goes along-along till it comes to another broad.
Well, there was Robin, far away from the pink-washed house, in this outlandish place, as he thought it. Nobody saw him except Bill the Weasel. But Bill the Weasel knew him for a stranger, and decided to follow him all the way. ”