The Water-Lady seized Robin in her arms
The Home of the Last-of-the-Bitterns
"Do these folk know who-who-who I am?" rumbled the Last-of-the Bitterns. "Do they suppose there is room-room-room for them in the same place as Me?"
Then the Last-of-the-Bitterns gave Bill a peck which it took him a month to get over. And he gave Hob another peck, so that he went away very wet and with a headache. And then he boomed a song of victory, so loud that the whole broad trembled.
Meanwhile the Water-Lady, with Robin still in her arms, rose up out of the reed-beds and flew miles and miles and miles—or so it seemed. By this time Robin was quite sure that he was neither very brave nor very clever. And as to being very beautiful, for once he never thought about that at all. The Water-Lady stopped in the middle of a turnip-field, where the Bunnies were playing by moonlight. And she gave Robin a good shaking. "Let this be a lesson to you," said she, "to keep yourself to yourself." And she departed.
The Bunnies were playing by moonlight
Then the Bunnies very politely escorted Robin home, which was really just round the corner. He thought he had been hundreds of years away, but it was only half a day. And he expected a terrific lecture from Mrs. Robin, and had made up his mind to promise never to ramble any more.
