Just
this evening Dot's father and a few other Humans came back, and the yellow
sheep dog told me the last big party is to start at noon to-morrow, and
after that there will be no more attempt to find Dot. Only the sheep dog
said he heard his master say he would go on hunting alone, until he found
her body. I haven't been over there to-day," wound up the bird, "they are
all so miserable and tired, it gave me the blues yesterday."
"What are we to do? It is quite dark and late!" asked the Kangaroo.
"You had better stay here," counselled the Wagtail. "One night more or
less doesn't matter, and I don't like leaving Chip-pi-ti-chip at
night-time. She likes me to sing to her all night, because she is
nervous. I will go with you to-morrow morning early, if you will wait
here until then."
"Having found your lost way so far!" said the Kangaroo to Dot, "it would
be a pity to risk losing it again, so we had better wait for Willy Wagtail
to guide us to-morrow."
To tell the truth, the Kangaroo was very glad of the excuse to keep Dot
one night more before parting from her. "It will seem like losing my
little Joey again, when I am once more alone," she said sadly.
"But you will never go far away," said Dot. "I should cry, if I thought
you would never come to see me.
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