"Just listen to him!" Mrs. Bobolink cried, with an air of pride. "Can you beat that?"
Mr. Meadowlark made a modest reply.[p. 30] He said that in his opinion Bobby Bobolink was the finest singer that had ever come to Pleasant Valley.
And Mrs. Bobolink was so pleased that she confessed she hoped her husband could take his test just as soon as possible.
"He shall take it to-morrow!" Mr. Meadowlark promised.
VII
PASSING THE TEST
The time had come for Bobby Bobolink to sing before the Pleasant Valley Singing Society. Mr. Meadowlark brought Bobby to the meeting, along the rail fence between the meadow and the pasture. And he told everybody that there wasn't really any need of such a test.
"He's by far the finest singer in all these parts," Mr. Meadowlark declared.