"This is Dot," said the Kangaroo a little anxiously, and rather breathless
with the speed she had made.
"Just as I had expected!" exclaimed Willy Wagtail, with a jerk of the tail
which nearly sent him headlong off the rail. "I should know you anywhere,
little Human, though you do look a bit different. You want preening,"
he added.
This last remark was in allusion to Dot's appearance, which certainly was
most untidy and dirty, for, beyond an occasional lick from the Kangaroo,
she had been five days without being tidied and cleaned.
"I couldn't do it better," said the Kangaroo apologetically.
"It doesn't matter at all," said Dot, putting her tangled curls back from
her eyes.
"Well! I know where you live," gabbled off the Wagtail. "It's the second
big paddock from here, if you follow the belt of the she-oak trees over
there. It's a house just like those things in Gabblebabble township.
There's a yellow sheep dog, who's very good tempered, and a black one that
made a snap at my tail the other day. There is an old grey cart horse,
an honest fellow, but rather dull; and a bay mare who is much better
company. There is a little red cow who is a great friend of mine, and she
had a calf a few days before you were lost. Dear me!" exclaimed the
gossiping bird, "what a fuss there has been these five days over trying to
find you! I've been over there every day to see the sight.
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