"The whistling?"
"Yes, to let you know up in the tree when Baldry comes along. Then, directly Baldry opens the door, you pull the string, and—there you are. Baldry in full plumage. It's all clear enough, isn't it?"
"All clear enough;—but——"
"But what? You're not going to cry off, are you?"
"I'm not going to cry off; but suppose we change places."
"How do you mean?"
"You go up the tree and do the pulling, and let me do the whistling."
"Why, it'll be ever so much more fun to pull the string. I want to give you the best position, you see."
"I know you do, Freddy. I know your good nature; but I'm not going to let you make the sacrifice. I'll do the whistling."
"Very well, if you wish it. I don't mind which I do," said Plunger, in a lofty tone. "Only don't make a mess of it."