and the lessons you gave me when Jip ran up and told us you had arrived."
"Well," said the parrot, turning to me, "I may have started the Doctor learning but I never could have done even that, if he hadn't first taught me to understand what I was saying when I spoke English. You see, many parrots can talk like a person, but very few of them understand what they are saying. They just say it because—well, because they fancy it is smart or, because they know they will get crackers given them."
By this time we had turned and were going towards my home with Jip running in front and Polynesia still perched on the Doctor's shoulder. The bird chattered incessantly, mostly about Africa; but now she spoke in English, out of politeness to me.
"How is Prince Bumpo getting on?" asked the Doctor.
"Oh, I'm glad you asked me," said Polynesia. "I almost forgot to tell you. What do you think?—Bumpo is in England!"
"In England!—You don't say!" cried the Doctor. "What on earth is he doing here?"
"His father, the king, sent him here to a place called—er—Bullford, I think it was—to study lessons."
"Bullford!—Bullford!" muttered the Doctor. "I never heard of the place—Oh, you mean Oxford."
