Nothing but jack rabbits and little, twittery birds moved through the sage, though she watched hungrily for horsemen.
"Sawtooth Ranch"
B. M. Bower
Neither could she preside at the club teas; nor invite forty or fifty twittery women into her big double parlors and queen it over them as Jack had so often seen her do.
"The Lookout Man"
B. M. Bower
The Captain was rather twittery at lunch, at times inclined to talk too much, at times heavily silent and always obviously submissive to his wife.
"The Good Comrade"
Una L. Silberrad