“Hi， you two！” shouted Jill in a loud voice. “Aren’t you ever going to get up？”
“Shoo， shoo！” said a sleepy voice somewhere above her. “Time to be settling down. Have a good snooze， do， do. Don‘t make a to.do. Tu.whoo！”
“Why， I do believe，” said Jill， glancing up at a white bundle of fluffy feathers which was perched on top of a grandfather clock in one corner of the cave， “I do believe it’s Glimfeather！”
“True， true，” whirred the Owl， lifting its head out from under its wing and opening one eye. “I came up with aessage for the Prince at about two. The squirrels brought s the good news. Message for the Prince. He‘s gone. You’re o follow too. Good.day.” and the head disappeared again. As there seemed no further hope of getting any information om the Owl， Jill got up and began looking round for any hance of a wash and some breakfast. But almost at once a ttle Faun came trotting into the cave with a sharp click. ack of his goaty hoofs on the stone floor.
