"'No; but we can look up,' said Tricksey.
"'Ah! you don't know what it is to see the very first of the sun.'
"'But we know what it is to wait till he comes. He's no worse for your
seeing him first, is he?'
"'Oh! no, certainly not,' answered the lark, with condescension; and then,
bursting into his _jubilate_, he sprung aloft, clapping his wings like a
clock running down.
"'Tell us where--' began Buffy-Bob.
"But the lark was out of sight. His song was all that was left of him.
That was everywhere, and he was nowhere.
"'Selfish bird!' said Buffy. 'It's all very well for larks to go hunting
the sun, but they have no business to despise their neighbours, for all
that.'
"'Can I be of any use to you?' said a sweet bird-voice out of the nest.
This was the lark's wife, who staid at home with the young larks while her
husband went to church.
"'Oh! thank you. If you please,' answered Tricksey-Wee.
"And up popped a pretty brown head; and then up came a brown feathery
body; and last of all came the slender legs on to the edge of the nest.
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