CHAPTER XVII.
TO THE RESCUE!
"It isn't bed-time!" said a sleepy little voice. "The owls hasn't gone to bed, and I s'a'n't go to seep wizout oo sings to me!"
"Oh, Bruno!" cried Sylvie. "Don't you know the owls have only just got up? But the frogs have gone to bed, ages ago."
"Well, I aren't a frog," said Bruno.
"What shall I sing?" said Sylvie, skilfully avoiding the argument.
"Ask Mister Sir," Bruno lazily replied, clasping his hands behind his curly head, and lying back on his fern-leaf, till it almost bent over
