"That is what I call a tight squeeze. They might stop to say good morning."
"Worms don't know everything," returned Flora.
"Not quite everything," said Bertie.
"What shall we do next?"
"Perhaps he is thirsty. Dinah is."
"And you are?"
"Yes, I are."
Water was brought; but the birdy would not drink, although he opened his bill so wide when Flora pushed his head into the porringer that she thought he was drinking.
"He is only gasping," said Bertie. "Birds cannot breathe with their heads under water. Nobody can."
"I can."