You will live on our selection, won't you?"
But the Kangaroo looked very doubtful, and said that she loved Dot, but
she was afraid of Humans and their dogs.
After a supper of berries and grass, Dot and the Kangaroo lay down for the
night in a little bower of bushes. But they talked until very late, of
how they were to manage to reach Dot's home without danger from guns and
dogs. At last when they tried to sleep, they could not do so on account
of Willy Wagtail's singing to his sweetheart, "Sweet pretty creature!
Sweet pretty creature!" without stopping for more than five minutes at
a time.
"I wonder Chip-pi-ti-chip doesn't get tired of that song," said Dot.
"She never does," yawned the Kangaroo, "and he never tires of singing it."
"Sweet pretty creature," sang Willy Wagtail.
CHAPTER XIII.
Two men were walking near a cottage in the winter sun-light of the early
morning. There came to the door a young woman, who looked pale and tired.
She carried a bowl of milk to a little calf, and on her way back to the
cottage she paused, and shading her eyes, that were red with weeping,
lingered awhile, looking far and near. Then, with a sigh, she returned
indoors and worked restlessly at her household duties.
"It breaks my heart to see my wife do that," said the taller man, who
carried a gun.
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