I know the Nightingale well . How she sings ! I have permission to carry the scraps over from the Court meals to my poor sick mother , and when I am going home at night , tired and weary , and rest for a little in the wood , then I hear the Nightingale singing ! It brings tears to my eyes , and I feel as if my mother were kissing me ! ' ` Little kitchenmaid ! ' said the First Lord , ' I will give you a place in the kitchen , and you shall have leave to see the Emperor at dinner , if you can lead us to the Nightingale , for she is invited to come to Court this evening . ' And so they all went into the wood where the Nightingale was wont to sing , and half the Court went too . When they were on the way there they heard a cow mooing . ` Oh ! ' said the Courtiers , ` now we have found her ! What a wonderful power for such a small beast to have ! I am sure we have heard her before ! ' ` No ; that is a cow mooing ! ' said the little kitchenmaid . ` We are still a long way off ! ' Then the frogs began to croak in the marsh . ` Splendid ! ' said the Chinese chaplain . ` Now we hear her ; it sounds like a little church-bell ! ' ` No , no ; those are frogs ! '
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