'Yes-s-s-s,' go the three solemn young heads.
'And it was full of the most wonderful things.'
'Yes-s-s-s.'
'Great trees, so green, for the birds to hide and sing in; and flowers so fair and sweet that the bees said that, in all their flying hither and thither, they had never yet found any so full of honey in all the world. And the birds, too, what songs they knew; and the butterflies, were there ever any so bright and many-coloured?' etc., etc.
'But the most wonderful thing about the garden was that everything in it had a wonderful story to tell.'
'Yes-s-s s.'
'The birds, and bees, and butterflies, even the trees and flowers, each knew a wonderful fairy-tale.'
'Oh-h-h-h.'
'But of all in the garden the grasshopper knew the most. He had been a great traveller, for he had such long legs.'
Again a still deeper murmur of breathless interest.