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 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.
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