Now Bobby Bobolink was such a lively person that he couldn't keep still long. Especially when he was singing he liked to be on the move. So when he saw that Timothy Turtle wasn't going to speak immediately Bobby leaped from the bush where he was perched and began flying joyously over the swamp.
All the time he sang with all his might, making so much music that he could not hear Timothy Turtle calling to him at last.
[p. 93]Once in a while Bobby wheeled above Mr. Turtle, so that the old fellow might enjoy his best notes. He little knew that Mr. Turtle was crying to him to stop, for goodness' sake! And noticing that Timothy's mouth was moving, Bobby Bobolink said to himself:
"He looks terribly fierce; but of course he's only commanding me not to stop singing."
It was no wonder that Bobby Bobolink thought as he did, because his neighbors were always begging him to sing something for them.
"It must be that Mr. Turtle wanted to see me so he could ask me to sing some songs for him," Bobby thought. And wishing to please Timothy Turtle, Bobby Bobolink sang as he hadn't sung all summer long.
At last Timothy Turtle felt that he[p. 94] couldn't bear to hear another note. And flopping off the stump, he splashed into the water and sank to the bottom of the swamp, where he buried his head in the mud.
And there he stayed until he dared hope that Bobby Bobolink had stopped singing, or gone away to a distant part of the country.
"Has anybody seen Timothy Turtle?" Bobby Bobolink kept calling as soon as he noticed that Mr. Turtle had vanished. But no one knew where the old fellow was. And at last Bobby gave up looking for him. But he thought it strange that Timothy hadn't waited to hear the rest of his song.
"I hope he isn't ill," Bobby told his friends.