So that night, when the moon was shining
through the palm-trees and all the King's men
were asleep, the parrot slipped out through the
bars of the prison and flew across to the palace.
The pantry window had been broken by a tennis
ball the week before; and Polynesia popped
in through the hole in the glass.
She heard Prince Bumpo snoring in his bedroom
at the back of the palace. Then she tip-toed
up the stairs till she came to the King's
bedroom. She opened the door gently and
peeped in.
The Queen was away at a dance that night
at her cousin's; but the King was in bed fast
asleep.
Polynesia crept in, very softly, and got under
the bed.
Then she coughed--just the way Doctor
Dolittle used to cough. Polynesia could mimic
any one.
The King opened his eyes and said sleepily:
"Is that you, Ermintrude?" (He thought it
was the Queen come back from the dance.)
Then the parrot coughed again--loud, like a
man. And the King sat up, wide awake, and
said, "Who's that?"
"I am Doctor Dolittle," said the parrot--just
the way the Doctor would have said it.
"What are you doing in my bedroom?" cried
the King. "How dare you get out of prison!
Where are you?--I don't see you."
But the parrot just laughed--a long, deep
jolly laugh, like the Doctor's.
"Stop laughing and come here at once, so I
can see you," said the King.
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