'What are you quacking about?' Peter answered. 'Why don't you let the nest drift as usual?'

'I—want—you—' the bird said, and repeated it all over.

Then Peter tried slow and distinct.

'What—are—you—quacking—about?' and so on.

The Never bird became irritated; they have very short tempers.

'You dunderheaded little jay,' she screamed, 'why don't you do as I tell you?'

Peter felt that she was calling him names, and at a venture he retorted hotly:

'So are you!'

Then rather curiously they both snapped out the same remark: