suppose I ought not,” said Captain Flint, and took a piece of cake instead.
“You did walk the plank most awfully well,” said Titty.
“Practice,” Captain Flint replied.
The parrot had a bite of almost everything, but seemed to like lump sugar best. Titty put out her hand to it, and the parrot climbed on her wrist, and walked all the way up to her shoulder.
“Next year we’ll make a voyage to a place where the trees are full of parrots,” she said.
“We must think of something really good for next year,” said Captain Flint. “Here and now I promise you that I shall be writing no more books. I shall have retired from everything except being a pirate. But, as for parrots, I’m going south for the winter, and I’ll bring back parrots all round if you want them.”