"Was that he doing those bird cries?
Why, I hunted, and hunted, and so did father.

We'd never seen a whip-poor-will.

Just fancy us!" "If you'd only looked at Laddie," I said.
"My patience!" cried the Princess.

"Looked at him! There was no place to look without seeing him.

And that ear-splitting thing will ring in my head forever, I know." "Did he whistle it too high to suit you, Princess ?" "He was perfectly welcome to whistle as he chose," she said, "and also to plow with the carriage horses, and to bedeck them and himself with the modest, shrinking red tulip and yellow daffodil." Now any one knows that tulips and daffodils are NOT modest and shrinking.