The din of this chattering was enhanced considerably by the shrill sounds
of tree frogs and crickets, and the hubbub made Dot feel like the little
Native Bear--as if her "head was empty."
"This will be a very pleasant party," said the Satin Bird, "there is
plenty of conversation, so everyone's in a good humour."
"Do you think anyone is listening, or are they all talking?" enquired the
Kangaroo timidly.
"Nobody would attempt to listen," answered the Satin Bird, "it would be
impossible against the music of the tree frogs and crickets, so everyone
talks."
"I should tell the tree frogs and crickets to be quiet," said Dot, "no one
seems to care for their music."
"Oh, without music it would be very dull," explained the Satin Bird. "No
one would care to talk. You understand, it would be awkward, someone
might overhear what was said."
As the bird spoke the trio reached the place where the bower was situated.
Dot thought it a most curious sight. In the middle of an open space the
birds had built the flooring of twigs, and upon that they had erected a
bower about three feet high, also constructed of twigs interwoven with
grass, and arranged so as nearly to meet at the top in an arched form.
"It's a new bower, and more commodious than our last," said the Satin Bird
with an air of great satisfaction.
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