The wood-road was not a place for common noisy conversation; one would interrupt the birds and all the still little beasts that belonged there. But it was mortifying to find how strong the habit of idle speech may become in one’s self. One need not always be saying something in this noisy world.
—Sarah Orne Jewett
—from “A Dunnett Shepherdess”
—found in The Country of the Pointed Firs and Selected Short Fiction (1896)