There she turned, and, looking down into the nest, from which came a whole
litany of chirpings for breakfast, said, 'Lie still, little ones.' Then
she turned to the children. 'My husband is King of the Larks,' she said.
"Buffy-Bob took off his cap, and Tricksey-Wee courtesied very low.
"'Oh, it's not me,' said the bird, looking very shy. 'I am only his wife.
It's my husband.'And she looked up after him into the sky, whence his song
was still falling like a shower of musical hailstones. Perhaps she could
see him.
"'He's a splendid bird,' said Buffy-Bob; 'only you know he _will_ get up a
little too early.'
"'Oh, no! he doesn't. It's only his way, you know. But tell me what I can
do for you.'
"'Tell us, please, Lady Lark, where the she-eagle lives that sits on Giant
Thunderthump's heart.'
"'Oh! that is a secret.'
"'Did you promise not to tell?'
"'No; but larks ought to be discreet. They see more than other birds.'
"'But you don't fly up high like your husband, do you?'
"'Not often. But it's no matter.
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