"
"I can't do gray's yet," said Malcolm. "It's so fine, and cut up, with
going up and down on the jump, but I got the start of it, and the part
that goes this way----"
"This is my work!" cried Mr. Dovesky. "Is there any chance the apple-tree
bird will repeat his performance?"
"Mostly he doesn't till evening," answered Malcolm. "He's pretty sure to
again to-morrow morning, but old cat of the bushes, he sings any time it
suits him all day. His nest isn't where he sings, and he doesn't ever
perch up so high and make such a fuss about it, but I think mother would
like his notes best."
"First," said Mr. Dovesky, "I'll take down what Mr. Brown Bird sang, and
learn it. I'd call that a good start, and when I get his song so I can
whistle, and play it on the instruments, then we'll go at Mr. Cat's song,
and see if I can learn why, and in what way you think it finer."
"Oh, it goes from high to low quicker, more notes in a bunch, and sweeter
tones trilling," explained Malcolm. Mr. Dovesky laughed, saying in a
question of music that would constitute quite a difference.
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