"I'm not that kind of a bird," said the parrot, climbing out of the pocket in the tail of the Doctor's coat. "You see, I'm small enough to get through the bars of that window; and I was afraid they would put me in a cage instead. So while the King was busy talking, I hid in the Doctor's pocket—and here I am! That's what you call a 'ruse,'" she said, smoothing down her feathers with her beak.
"Good Gracious!" cried the Doctor. "You're lucky I didn't sit on you."
"Now listen," said Polynesia, "to-night, as soon as it gets dark, I am going to creep through the bars of that window and fly over to the palace. And then—you'll see—I'll soon find a way to make the King let us all out of prison."
"Oh, what can you do?" said Gub-Gub, turning up his nose and beginning to cry again. "You're only a bird!"
"Quite true," said the parrot. "But do not forget that although I am only a bird, I can talk like a man—and I know these darkies."
So that night, when the moon was shining through the palm-trees and all the King's men
