"O, how funny!" cried Flaxie Frizzle, dancing out of her chair.
"Do stop making me shake so!" said Miss Dovey, dropping to the floor, and rocking back and forth.
"O, ho," screamed Lucy, hopping across the rug, "you don't look like a bird any more'n I do, Dovey Sparrow."
They were all set in a very high gale by this time.
"Be still," said Flaxie Frizzle, holding up both hands. "There, now, I had a sneeze; but, O, dear, I can't sneeze it!"
"You're just like anybody, after all," tittered the sparrow. "Don't you want to go out and jump on the hay?"
"Well, there," replied Miss Lucy, rolling her gloves into a ball, "you never asked us to take our things off, you never!"
"I didn't want you to," said Dovey; "you scared me half to death!"
"Did we?" cried Lucy, in delight. "Well, I never was so 'fraid my own self. You ought to heard my heart beat when we rang that bell."
"Me, too," said Flaxie Frizzle.