'"andthentheyrepeatedtheformerjokeabout"portulak,"anddeclareditwasmostamusing.thentheyalllaydowntohaveanap.
theyhadbeenlyingasleepforsometime,whensuddenlysomethingwasthrownintotheyardforthemtoeat.itcamedownwithsuchabang,thatthewholecompanystartedupandclappedtheirwings.theportugueseawoketoo,andrushedovertotheotherside:insodoingshetroduponthelittlesinging-bird.
"tweet,"hecried;"youtrodveryharduponme,madam."
"well,then,whydoyoulieinmyway?"sheretorted,"youmustnotbesotouchy.ihavenervesofmyown,butidonotcry'tweet.'"
"don'tbeangry,"saidthelittlebird;"the'tweet'slippedoutofmybeakunawares."
theportuguesedidnotlistentohim,butbeganeatingasfastasshecould,andmadeagoodmeal.whenshehadfinished,shelaydownagain,andthelittlebird,whowishedtobeamiable,begantosing,-
"chirpandtwitter,
thedew-dropsglitter,
inthehoursofsunnyspring,
i'llsingmybest,
tilligotorest,
withmyheadbehindmywing."
"nowiwantrestaftermydinner,"saidtheportuguese;"youmustconformtotherulesofthehousewhileyouarehere.iwanttosleepnow."