“King is very angry with Alfred now, sir,” continued Steve, “because he thinks it was all through him that he got into such a row, and he says he will be even with him yet.”
“It served him right,” remarked Mr. Cottenham, laughing loudly; “he has sent boys here before on fools’ errands, but I don’t think he will do so again.”
“Come, come,” said Poll, “where’s the bottle?”
“Do you know these boys again?” said Mr. Cottenham, rubbing the bird’s head.
“Look out!” said Poll.
“That’s a very clever bird, Mr. Cottenham,” said Steve.
“Yes, it is,” replied the chemist, “and I got it in a Very peculiar way. If you can come and have tea with me, I will tell you a short story of how I got Poll.”
“Thank you, sir! We will just run home and ask, and be back in less than ten minutes,” said Steve.
Away ran the two boys, and in much less than ten minutes they were back again.
“Wipe your boots!” said the parrot. “Come, Joe, hurry up!”