MONSIEUR MISCHIEF 
before getting into it. The glass gave out 
a clear tinkling sound when he pecked at it. 
Was it alive? He hopped backward with 
comical dismay, almost tumbling over in 
surprise and fright. Was it the sound, or a 
reflection in the water that startled him ? 
Once more he tried it, very cautiously, and 
receiving no harm, played a merry tune on 
it, circling around it as he struck the edge 
with his beak. 
Attracted by the noise, the half-dry young- 
ster who had been driven off returned to 
join in the fun. This was not to be allowed 
for one moment ! With an angry flirt of 
his funny little tail. Monsieur Mischief lit 
fairly in the middle of the tub and faced 
the intruder with defiant chucks. As the 
other darted away, he hopped out again, 
having made no attempt at bathing. This 
was repeated twice, until finally he too did 
some energetic splashing and retired to a 
sunny perch to dry. After twenty minutes 
spent in preening his dishevelled plumage, 
he was on the qui vive for fresh mischief. 
