Still stands the cave in the forest. People from miles and miles away visit it.
The guide tells them the wonderful story of Father Thrift and his animal friends. And it seems that with each retelling the story grows more and still more wonderful.
And there is a bird that lives in the wood which on moonlight nights, whether he sits on a branch, or hops on the ground, or flies about, is always heard whistling, “Fa-ther Thrift! Fa-ther Thrift!”
Many people misunderstand and think that he is saying, “Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!”
But why any one should wish to whip any one else I do not know. For the world is such a happy place.