Rose laughed also , and , forgetting her woes , jumped up , saying eagerly , `` It is a mocking-bird . Where is it ? '' Running down the long hall , she peeped out at both doors , but saw nothing feathered except a draggle-tailed chicken under a burdock leaf . She listened again , and the sound seemed to be in the house . Away she went , much excited by the chase , and following the changeful song , it led her to the china-closet door . `` In there ? How funny ! '' she said . But when she entered , not a bird appeared except the everlastingly kissing swallows on the Canton china that lined the shelves . All of a sudden Rose 's face brightened , and , softly opening the slide , she peered into the kitchen . But the music had stopped , and all she saw was a girl in a blue apron scrubbing the hearth . Rose stared about her for a minute , and then asked abruptly , `` Did you hear that mocking-bird ? '' `` I should call it a phebe-bird , '' answered the girl , looking up with a twinkle in her black eyes . `` Where did it go ? '' `` It is here still . '' `` Where ? '' `` In my throat . Do you want to hear it ? '' `` Oh , yes ! I 'll come in . ''
And XXXXX crept through the slide to the wide shelf on the other side , being too hurried and puzzled to go round by the door .
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