ow that poor animal is rejoicing in getting back its
little one, just as we are over having our little Dot again."

"To think of all the poor things I have killed," said Dot's father
sadly, "I'll never do it again."

"No," said his wife, "we must try and get everyone to be kind to the
bush creatures, and protect them all we can."

This book would never come to an end if it told all that passed that
day. How Dot explained the wonderful power of the berries of
understanding, and how she told the Kangaroos all that her parents
wanted her to say on their behalf, and what kind things the Kangaroo
said in return.

All day long the Kangaroo stayed near Dot's home, and the little girl
persuaded her to eat bread, which she said was "most delicious, but one
would get tired of it sooner than grass."

Every effort was made by Dot and her parents to get the Kangaroo to
live on their selection, so that they might protect her from harm. But
she said that she liked her own free life best, only she would never go
far away and would come often to see Dot. At sunset she said good-bye
to Dot, a little sadly, and the child stood in the rosy light of the
after-glow, waving her hand, as she saw her kind animal friend hop away
and disappear into the dark shadow of the Bush.

She wandered about for some time listening to the voices of birds and
creatures, who came to tell her how glad everyone was that her way had
been found, and that no harm was to befall them in future. The news of
her safe return, and of the Kangaroo's finding her Joey, had been
spread far and near, by Willy Wagtail and the Kookooburra; and she
could hear the shouts of laughter from kookooburras telling the story
until nearly dark.

Quite late at night she was visited by the Opossum, the Native Bear,
and the Nightjar, who entered by the open window, and, sitting in the
moonlight, conversed about the day's events. They said that their
whole rest and sleep had been disturbed by the noise and excitement of
the day creatures spreading the news through the Bush. The Mo-poke
wished to sing a sad song because Dot was feeling happy, but the
Opossum warned it that it was sitting in a draught on the window sill
and might spoil its beautiful voice, so it flew away and only sang in
the distance. The Native Bear said that the story of Dot's return and
the finding of Kangaroo's Joey was so strange that it made its head
feel quite empty. The Opossum inspected everything in Do