"How did it feel?" asked Chubbins; but she looked at him queerly, as if his language was strange to her, and seemed to be half frightened.
"Guess I'll have to eat my berry," he said, with a laugh, and proceeded to pluck and eat it, as Twinkle had done. He yelled once or twice at the cramp the fruit gave him, but as soon as the pain ceased he began to grow and change in the same way his little comrade had.
But not entirely. For although he got his human body and legs back again, all in their natural size, his wings remained as they were, and it startled him to find that the magic power had passed and he was still partly a bird.
"What's the matter?" asked Twinkle.
"Is anything wrong?" enquired the bluejay.
The boy understood them both, although they could not now understand each other. He said to Twinkle:
"I guess the berry wasn't quite big enough." Then he repeated the same thing in the bird language to Policeman Bluejay, and it sounded to Twinkle like:
"Pir-r-r-r—eep—cheep—tweet!"
"IT'S ALMOST DARK. LET'S GO HOME."