"Good work," said a gentleman. "I've seen many a bird brought down, but
never in that fashion before."
"_We_ don't use the other fashion," said Tom, with a touch of pride as
he put his hand on Pee-wee's shoulder. "Do we, kid?"
"If it was a canary," said Pee-wee, "I might possibly have whistled him
down, but not near enough to catch him, I guess. But as soon as I knew
that bird came from the tropics, I knew he'd fall for water, 'cause a
tropical bird'll go where the sound of water is every time. I guess it's
because they have so many showers down there, or something. Then once I
heard that it's best to turn on the faucet when you're teaching a parrot
to talk. It's the sound of water. Did you get any water on you?" he
asked, suddenly turning to the child.
There was no water on her clothing, but there was some in her eyes.
"I--I--think you're wonderful," she said. "I think you are just
wonderful!"
"'Twasn't me," said Pee-wee, "it was the water. Gee," he added
confidentially, "I often said I hated water, and I do hate a rainy day.
And if you get any water in a carburetor--_goo-od-night_! But I got to
admit water's good for some things."
"Oh, I want you please to wait--just a few minutes--I want to go and
speak to my father," the girl said, as the boys started to move away.
They were the only ones left now. "Please wait just a minute."
"We're on our way to Nyack," said Roy, suspecting her intention, "and
I'm afraid we've lost as much time as we dare.
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