"
"Bless you for the thought," Lancy replied, from a distant limb. "I have
been wondering these few days back what it was I was missing. Take the
first choice yourself, and start away."
But they found it was easier to start the singing than it was to end it,
for they soon had all the household within hearing distance, and "just one
more" was asked for from so many different quarters that their song-hunger
was fully satisfied before they were allowed to stop.
They seemed to sing like the birds, from "lightness of heart, and very joy
of living." After a few moments' silence, a bird-song was whistled by the
"mates in the tree," eliciting strong words of praise, as well as surprise,
from the delighted listeners.
"Oh, that's nothing to what we have to endure at home," said Elsie. "Those
two are always hooting away like a pair of owls. It is a wonder their
throats are not split before this. I almost hope that the piano at home
will be mouldy when we get back."
"We will soon knock the mould out of it, hey, Dexie?" Lancy laughingly
replied, as he lifted his mate down from her perch.
"Oh, how I should love to have a piano, and be able to play on it," said
Maggie, with a long-drawn sigh.
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