As for the back part of this wonderful Blue Bird of Paradise, well, that is blue too, most of it--a handsome blue, a lovely blue, a gleaming, shining, glossy, satiny blue that looks darker when you see it from one side, and lighter when you see it from another, and which gleams and glints and is very resplendent (which is a word your mother will explain to you) however you look at it. Oh, a glorious blue, a magnificent blue, but not _such_ a blue as the blue of those soft lovely feathers that spread out on each side and curl over and meet and kiss each other so softly, on the breast. And the head and neck of the Blue Bird of Paradise (for sometimes he puts them behind the screen, and then they are the back part of him) are of a soft velvet brown that, as you look at it, becomes a soft velvet-claret-magenta colour (which your mother knows all about and will explain to you), and in his tail there are two long "funny feathers" that hang down from the bough he is sitting on, and--and _now_ you must try to imagine him. _When_ you have imagined him--or before you have, if you are not able to--you must make your mother promise--now what? You know, of course. You must make her promise _never_ to wear a hat with a Blue Bird of Paradise's feathers in it. Now we come to the Golden or Six-shafted Bird of Paradise, who lives just in one part of New Guinea--that long part at the north that goes out into the sea, and which we call a peninsula; you have only to look at the map and you will see it. Now I think of it, the Superb or Black Bird of Paradise--or shall we say the Superb Black Bird of Paradise?--lives there too, so I daresay they sometimes see each other. Perhaps they call on each other, for, you see, they are both of them distinguished. One is superb and the other golden, and when two people are like that they do not mind calling upon one another. You see, neither of them can be hurt by it then. A _superb_ person may call upon even a _golden_ person, and yet feel quite well after it, and it will not do a _golden_ person any harm at all to call upon a _superb_ person. So, if birds are like people, I feel sure that sometimes the Golden and the Superb Bird of Paradise call upon each other.