"Sir!" she said to Buddy Brown Thrasher. "Kindly point out these hidden friends of my husband!"
[p. 35]Buddy Brown Thrasher looked somewhat uneasy.
"I—I haven't seen anybody in the bushes," he stammered.
"Find them!" Mrs. Bobolink ordered. Her manner was so stern that Buddy Brown Thrasher did not dare disobey. He searched high and low. But he couldn't find a bird anywhere in the pasture.
"You see you were mistaken," Mrs. Bobolink told him severely.
Everybody agreed with her. And then and there they made Bobby Bobolink a member of the Pleasant Valley Singing Society. There was no doubt that he had sung his song without a bit of help.
"It was wonderful!" everybody exclaimed—everybody but Buddy Brown Thrasher. He muttered that it was no[p. 36] wonder he made a mistake, for he didn't know the song himself. And he said it was much too fast for his taste.