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That will do-o-o, that will do-o-o!" cooed the Wood-Pigeon obstinately in her soft, foolish little voice, without paying the least attention to Mother Magpie's directions. "We all know that anything more?" chirped the chorus of birds, trying to conceal how anxious they were to know what came next, for the nests were only half finished.
What would you do if you got out of breath, say, in the last act of Lucia, so Bell'alma ado ?? Then your breath ends, eh? Will you stay with the 'adored soul' between your teeth? A fine singer you will make! Andiamo! Do-o-o!"
Andiamo Do-o-o!" and he roared out a great note that made the room shake, and a man who was selling cabbage in the street stopped his hand-cart and mimicked him for five minutes. "But I am out of breath, maestro," protested Nino, who wanted to talk. "Out of breath? A singer is never out of breath. Absurd!
"She's the housekeeper Miss Whitwell." "Oh, indeed! She seems so young " "I guess she knows what to do-o-o," the waitress chanted. "We think she's about ri-i-ght." She smiled tolerantly upon the misgiving of the stranger, if it was that, and then retreated when the mother and daughter began talking together again.
"She's the housekeeper Miss Whitwell." "Oh, indeed! She seems so young " "I guess she knows what to do-o-o," the waitress chanted. "We think she's about ri-i-ght." She smiled tolerantly upon the misgiving of the stranger, if it was that, and then retreated when the mother and daughter began talking together again.
"I don't know why I love you, but I do-o-o." Delightful diversion airing the mystic desires of his soul in the tattered words of the cabaret yodelers. "Just a smile, a sigh, a kiss...." A sort of revenge, as if his vocabulary with its intricate verbal sophistications were avenging itself upon interloping emotions.
Over the eastern hills the rooster saw a pink cloud, and knew at once that it was time to wake the world. He stood up and stretched his wings. Then he crowed so long and loud that he nearly fell off his perch backward, on to the cat, who was sleeping on the roof just below. "Cock a doodle do-o-o!" he screamed. "I'm awake, are you-oo-oo?"
"No, I don't want candy, I want to go to New York, I want to go I do-o-o," she wound up with a prolonged wail. "Good gracious, Florelle," said Reginald, "do stop that fearful yowling. If you don't, as soon as I go down town I'll send a bear back here to eat you up." At this Florelle screamed louder than ever, and had to be taken away from the table.
"Criss-cross, criss-cross, so," interrupted the Wood-Pigeon. "I know. That will do-o-o, that will do-o-o!" Mother Magpie hopped up and down on one leg, so angry she could hardly croak. "You silly Pigeon," she sputtered, "not so. You are spoiling your nest. Place the sticks so!" "I know, I know!
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