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For the Snarling Princess recognized her father, and heartily lamented the pain he suffered now, and had so often suffered before on her account. "Tu-whit! tu-whoo!" said a voice, from a hole beneath the pine-tree. "Who speaks?" said the king. "It is I, cousin," said the owl, hopping into the daylight, and gradually assuming the form and features of the fairy godmother.
"Tu-whit, tu-whoo." Oh, bother you. You ought to be a Daily Mail placard. No doubt the owl is quite happy in his way. Louis XV. expressed the owlish philosophy when he said, "Let us amuse ourselves by making ourselves miserable." I have no doubt the wretched creature did amuse himself after his fashion. I have always thought that, secretly, Mrs. Gummidge had a roaring time.
And then the whole party set up such a cry of "tu-whoo! tu-whoo!" that Larkin was frightened beyond measure; and they caught him and rolled him over rapidly, until he found himself falling with a great splash into the water. On rising to the surface, he saw that he was changed into a Joblily himself. Then the whole party broke out singing,
"Don't we tree-toad her within an inch of her life, though, when we come home in the wagons at night? I shouldn't think she could stand that long. I guess she wants all her beauty-sleep. And Kate Arnall can tu-whit, tu-whoo! equal to Tennyson himself, or any great white American owl." "Yes, but what do you think?
Not in the music, Artie; they can't fail to catch that; it rings in one's head like the song of a hedge warbler tirree, tirree, lu-lu-lu, la-la, tirree, tu-whit, tu-whoo, tra-la-la but in the words and the action. I'm half afraid that'll be over their heads, even in the gallery. What do you think you'll finally call it? 'I'm hesitating, Daddy, between "Evolution" and "The Primate of Fiji."
Immediately the Joblilies leaped into the air, and the whole hundred of them dashed into the water like so many bull-frogs, crying, as they came down, "What will the Joblily do, When the great owl cries tu-whoo?" Larkin looked around suddenly to see whither they had gone, but could discover no trace of them.
"Tu-whit, tu-whoo." Now, you can't deny it, for the night is dark and the wind is cold and all the earth is a graveyard. "Tu-whit, tu-whoo." Where are the songs of spring and the leaves of summer? "Tu-whit, tu-whoo." Where the red-cheeked apple that hung on the bough and the butterfly that fluttered in the sunshine? All, all are gone.
Then they all jumped upon him and stamped, but Larkin could not move hand or foot. In fact, he found that his hands were flattening out, like fins. The leader then put the three blades of grass in Larkin's mouth, and said, "Eat a dry blade! eat a dry blade! From the nest that the kingfisher made! What will the Joblilies do, When the old owl cries tu-whoo?"
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