birds did call the nightingale such pretty names! The nightingale sang,
and the birds replied like this:--

"I will sing a song.
I'm the nightingale.'
'Sing a song, long, long,
Little Neverfail!
What will you sing about,
Light in or light out?'

'Sing about the light
Gone away;
Down, away, and out of sight--
Poor lost day!
Mourning for the day dead,
O'er his dim bed.'

"The nightingale sang so sweetly, that the children would have fallen
asleep but for fear of losing any of the song. When the nightingale
stopped they got up and wandered on. They did not know where they were
going, but they thought it best to keep going on, because then they might
come upon something or other. They were very sorry they forgot to ask the
nightingale about the eagle's nest, but his music had put everything else
out of their heads. They resolved, however, not to forget the next time
they had a chance. They went on and on, till they were both tired, and
Tricksey-Wee said at last, trying to laugh,

"'I declare my legs feel just like a Dutch doll's.'

"'Then here's the place to go to bed in,' said Buffy-Bob.