“I am an old flower,” she continued, “but it is the first time a dog has shown me any consideration.”
“Wonderful,” said the Eagle, waving his rod, “when he had so much provocation, too.”
“So much provocation,” sang the birds.
“Much provocation,” crowed the roosters, and cackled the hens.
“Much provocation,” barked the dogs.
Ready wondered what the large word meant, but felt it must be a friendly word because the Eagle looked so kindly at him.
“Enough,” commanded the King of Birds. “Ready, state your wish.”
By this time Ready’s legs had grown very weak. For one minute he felt that he must say, “I wish for food.” Then he remembered that this was his one great chance to get back to his Master Dick.
“I want to find my Master Dick’s seashore home,” he said in quite a loud voice.
Then his little legs gave right out and he fell fainting at the Eagle’s feet!