glittering with dewy freshness. Sweet odours from the aromatic
bush filled the air, and every living creature made what noise it
could, to show its joy in being happy and free in the beautiful Bush.
Rich and gurgling came the note of the magpies, the jovial kookooburras
saluted the sun with rollicking laughter, the crickets chirruped, frogs
croaked in chorus, or solemnly "popped" in deep vibrating tones, like
the ring of a woodman's axe. Every now and then came the shriek of the
plover, or the shrill cry of the peeweet; and gayer and more lively
than all others was the merry clattering of the big bush wagtail in the
distance.

As soon as the Kangaroo heard the Bush Wagtail, she and Dot hurried
away to find him. No Christy Minstrel rattling his bones ever made a
merrier sound. "Click-i-ti-clack, click-i-ti-clack, clack, clack,
clack, clack, click-i-ti-clack," he rattled away as fast as he could,
just as if he hadn't a moment to waste for taking breath, and as if the
whole lovely world was made for the enjoyment of Bush Wagtails.

When Dot and the Kangaroo found him, he was swaying about on a branch,
spreading his big tail like a fan, and clattering gaily; but he stopped
in surprise as soon as he saw his visitors.

After greetings, he opened the conversation by talking of the weather,
so as to conceal his astonishment at seeing Dot and the the Kangaroo
together.

"Lovely weather after the rain," he said; "the showers were needed very
much, for insects were getting scarce, and I believe grass was rank,
and not very plentiful. There will be a green shoot in a few days,
which will be very welcome to Kangaroos. I heard about you losing your
Joey--my cousin told me. I was very sorry; so sad. Ah! well, such
things will happen in the bush to anyone. We were most fortunate in
our brood; none of the chicks fell out of the nest, every one of them
escaped the Butcher Birds and were strong of wing. They are all doing
well in the world."

Then the vivacious bird came a little nearer to the Kangaroo, and,
dropping his voice, said:

"But, friend Kangaroo, I'm sorry to see you've taken up with Humans.
You know I have quite set my face against being on familiar terms with
them, although my cousin is intimate with the whole race. Take my word
for it, they're most uncertain friends. Two Kookooburras were shot
last week, in spite of Government protection. Fact!" And as the bird
spoke he nodded his head warningly towards