Rose laughed also, and, forgetting her woes, jumped up, saying eagerly, "It is a mocking-bird.

Where is it ?" Running down the long hall, she peeped out at both doors, but saw nothing feathered except a draggle-tailed chicken under a burdock leaf.
She listened again, and the sound seemed to be in the house.

Away she went, much excited by the chase, and following the changeful song, it led her to the china-closet door.
"In there?
How funny!" she said.

But when she entered, not a bird appeared except the everlastingly kissing swallows on the Canton china that lined the shelves.

All of a sudden Rose's face brightened, and, softly opening the slide, she peered into the kitchen.