They say--but I don't think it's true-- That little girls and boys Sometimes grow rudely jealous, too, As do some foolish Toys. Zuzu and Lulu were very much encouraged at hearing the Banjo once more, and so they dried their tears. "Cheer up, my young friends," said the Banjo, "and look about you. To me it seems very strange that Twins with Royal Hereditary Hair should not be able to see the resting-place cut here in the rock." Zuzu and Lulu both looked about them, and there, in the face of the rocky wall along which the Golden Ladder hung suspended, they saw a little room or cave, and to this there led from the Ladder a sort of platform made up of rungs or rounds. Very quickly they stepped over this short horizontal ladder and sat down in the shade of the chamber into which they stepped. "Dear me," said Lulu, "my arms are tired. I don't believe I could have carried this basket another minute." "And my feet," said Zuzu, "are nearly cut in two by the rounds of the Ladder. This Dragon's leg is very heavy, and, now that I think of it, I don't see why I carried it at all, for when one stops to reason it out, there seems very little use in the wooden leg of a Dragon for any one but the Dragon itself. Let us leave it here and take it up when we go back." "That would be a sensible thing," said Lulu. "I think it also would be very sensible if we ate our lunch now, for then the basket would be much lighter." They ate their lunch, which tasted very good, as they were hungry after their long climb. "Now," said Zuzu, "let us ask the Enchanted Banjo to play for us again, and perhaps that will make our hearts lighter also, and then we shall certainly climb very easily." So now they placed the two pieces of the Banjo together again and it began to play for them a lively air, which had in it some strange things which they had not hitherto heard. [Illustration: He drank a deep draft of the rubber juice _Page 93_] HOW THE BIRDS LEARN TO SING Once on a time, long, long ago I went to singing-school Where all the wee birds in a row Learned to obey each rule; The teacher was a Parrot wise For he alone could talk-- He flapped his wings and blinked his eyes And scolded at the Hawk. And the Crow and the Wren And the little Fat Hen And the Sparrow and Thrush and Jay Were taught how the notes Should come from their throats In quite the particular way. The Parrot taught the Dove to coo, The little Chicks to cheep, The Owl to screech and sing "Too whoo!" The Whippoorwill to weep; He taught the Lark to run the scales And trill with great delight; He had a class of Baby Quails That whistled at "bob-white!" And the Hen learned to "cluck;" "Quack-quack" sang the Duck; Till the Parrot at last called "Hush!" And the echoes all rang, When the Bobolink sang, A duet with the little Brown Thrush.