“Phew!” whistled the bird, and added: “Cork it up.”
Alfred could not help laughing at the droll sayings of the parrot, which seemed so suitable.
“Can you whistle?” said Poll, giving a loud shrill whistle.
“Here you are, my boy,” said Mr. Cottenham, smiling, “give this to the boy who sent you.”
“Thank you, sir,” replied Alfred.
“Stop!” screamed out Poll.
Alfred stopped.
“What’s the time?” said Poll; and then it laughed just like a human being.
Mr. Cottenham went to the door and watched the boys.
“Here’s the pigeon’s milk,” said Alfred, handing Cox the bottle.