the place where Dot was
standing.

"This little Human has been lost in our Bush," said the Kangaroo; "one
had to take care of her, you know."

"Of course, of course; there are exceptions to all rules," chattered
the Wagtail. "And so this is really the lost little Human there has
been such a fuss about!" added he, eyeing Dot, and making a long
whistle of surprise. "My cousin told me all about it."

"Then your cousin, Willy Wagtail, knows her lost way," said the
Kangaroo joyfully, and Dot came a little nearer in her eagerness to
hear the good news.

"Of course he does," answered the bird; "there's nothing happens that
he doesn't know. You should have hunted him up."

"I didn't know where to find him," said the Kangaroo, "and I got into
this country, which is new to me."

"Why he is in the same part that he nested in last season. It's no
distance off," exclaimed the Wagtail. "If you could fly, you'd be
there almost directly!" Then the bird gave a long description of the
way they were to follow to find his cousin Willy, and with many warm
thanks the Kangaroo and Dot bade him adieu.

As they left the Bush Wagtail they could hear him singing this song,
which shows what a merry, happy fellow he is:

Click-i-ti, click-i-ti-clack!
Clack! clack! clack! clack!
Who could cry in such weather, 'alack!'
With a sky so blue, and a sun so bright,
Sing 'winter, winter, winter is back!'
Sportive in flight, chatter delight,
Click-i-ti, click-i-ti-clack!

I'm so glad that I have the knack
Of singing clack! clack! clack!
If you wish to be happy, just follow my track,
Take this for a motto, this for a code,
Sing 'winter, winter, winter is back!'
Leave care to a toad, and live a la mode!
Click-i-ti, click-i-ti-clack!

They had no difficulty in following the Wagtail's directions. They
soon struck a creek they had been told to pursue to its end, and about
noon they found themselves in very pretty country. It reminded Dot of
the journey they had made to find the Platypus, for there were the same
beautiful growths of fern and shrubs. There were also great trailing
creepers which hung down like ropes from the tops of the tall trees
they had climbed. These ropelike coils of the creepers made capital
swings, and often Dot clambered into one of the big loops and sat
swinging herself to and fro, laughing and singing, much to the delight
and amusement of the Kangaroo.

Swing! swing! a bird on