"I'm not afraid of that," said she. "But do you suppose the little berry will be enough for you? One side of it is withered, you see."
"That won't matter," returned the boy-lark. "The Royal Necromancer said to eat one berry. He didn't say a little or a big one, you know, or whether it should be plump or withered."
"That is true," said the girl-lark. "Shall I eat mine now?"
"The sooner the better," Chubbins replied.
"Don't forget me, little friend, when you are a human again," said Policeman Bluejay, sadly.
"I shall never forget you," Twinkle answered, "nor any part of all your kindness to us. We shall be friends forever."
That seemed to please the handsome blue bird, and Twinkle was so eager that she could not wait to say more. She plucked the big, plump berry, put it in her mouth with her little claw, and ate it as soon as possible.
In a moment she said: "Ouch! Oo-oo-oo!" But it did not hurt so badly, after all. Her form quickly changed and grew larger; and while Chubbins and Policeman Bluejay watched her anxiously she became a girl again, and the bird's body with its soft gray feathers completely disappeared.
As she felt herself changing she called: "Good-bye!" to the bluejay; but even then he could hardly understand her words.
"Good-bye!" he answered, and to Twinkle's ears it sounded like "Chir-r-rip-chee-wee!"