A Good-night





"Haw-haw! Hoo! hoo!"



Phyllis listened again.



"Haw-haw! Hoo! hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"



"Oh, I see you now!" laughed Phyllis.



The owl moved silently as a shadow and perched very near to the little

girl. His great round eyes and his yellow bill gleamed in the

starlight.



"I heard you calling!" said Phyllis. "But I could not at first tell

just where you were. I looked in a dozen trees before I came to you."



"To-who? To-who-whoo-oo-oo?" questioned the owl.



Phyllis laughed again. The owl blinked wisely.



"I am going home to-morrow," Phyllis said. "I shall start to school

next week. Some day, perhaps, I shall be as wise as you, Mr. Owl."



The owl only blinked his great eyes.



"But I'm sure I can never look so wise," she added, politely.



"Hoo-hoo-hoo-oo!" hooted the owl, blinking sleepily.



"If you will not talk with me I shall say good-night to you at once!"

said Phyllis.



"To-who? To-who-ooo-oo-oo?"



"To-you! To-you-oo-oo-oo!" called Phyllis, running off laughing.



"Papa," she said, a few moments later. "Papa, the hoot-owl would not

talk with me!"



"Wise, wise owl!" said papa, smiling at her over his newspaper.





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