“And why are your wings and back so dusky and dark?”
“That our enemies may not see us.”
“But I’ve read,” said Harry, “that many tropical birds were all bright and gay with colours of every hue.”
“Oh yes, so they are, but then these live all their lives among flowers as gorgeous in colour as they themselves are, and so their enemies mistake them for the flowers among which they dwell.”
“Do you come from a very far-off land?”
“Yes, a very very far-off land.”
“And is it very beautiful there?”
“Very very beautiful.”
“I would like to go to that far-off beautiful land. How do you get there?”
“We fly.”