Squawking and flapping and whirling round and round, she made an amazing exhibition of herself.

Her brother, in the top of the locust, stared down upon her in astonished disapproval.

And the brown rat, interested at last, came creeping stealthily to the scarecrow's foot and looked up at her performance with cruel, glinting eyes.
"Now, as you may well imagine, this performance was something which even the imp, strong as she was, could not keep up very long.

In about a minute she had to stop and take breath.

She was going to alight on the ground, when she remembered the rat.