ittle Wallaby to the Cockatoo. It was the first remark he had made,
for he had been quite bewildered by all the noise and fuss.

"My word! yes," replied the Cockatoo, who had been taught in a public
refreshment room. Then, thinking that he would give a display of his
learning, he elevated his sulphur crest and gabbled off, "Go to
Jericho! Twenty to one on the favourite! I'm your man! Now then,
ma'am; hurry up, don't keep the coach awaiting! Give 'um their 'eds,
Bill! So long! Ta-ra-ra, boom-di-ay! God save the Queen!"

All the creatures present looked gravely at Dot, to see what effect
this harangue in her own language would have upon her, and were
somewhat surprised to see her holding her little sides, and rolling
about with laughter.

The Cockatoo was quite annoyed at Dot's amusement. He fluffed out all
his feathers, and let off a scream that could have been heard a quarter
of a mile away. This seemed to impress every one with his importance,
and the whole Court became attentive to the proceedings.

At this moment the Swallow skimmed overhead, and having caught the
words "God save the Queen," called out, "That's the way to do it! keep
that up" and the Cockatoo, thinking that the Swallow meant him to
scream still more, set up another yell, which he continued until
everyone felt deafened by the noise.

"We have chosen quite the right Judge," said an elegant blue crane to a
wild duck; "he will make himself heard and respected." Whereat the
Cockatoo winked at the Crane, and said, "You bet I will!"

The Pelican now advanced to the space before the stump, and there was a
murmur of excitement, because it was about to open the trial by a
recital of wrongs done to the Bush creatures by white humanity.

Dot could not realise that she was being tried seriously, and was
delighted that the Pelican had come nearer to her stump, so that she
had a better view of him. She thought him such an old, old looking
bird, with his big bald head, and gigantic beak. She could not help
thinking that his beak must be too heavy for him, and asked if he would
like to rest it on the stump. The Pelican did not understand Dot's
kindness, and gave her a look of offended dignity that was quite
withering; so Dot did not speak to him again; but she longed to feel if
the bag of skin that drooped under his beak had anything in it. The
Pelican's legs seemed to Dot to be too frail and short to bear such a
big bird, not to mention the imm