"You've been refusing your oats the last few days, and that's a sure sign. Is he that fellow that always around with you and who looks like a parrot?
"Bream Mortimer? Good gracious, no!" cried Billie indignantly. "As if I should fall in love with Bream!"
"When I was out in British East Africa," said Miss Hubbard, "I had a bird that was the living image of Bream Mortimer. I taught him to whistle "Annie Laurie" and to ask for his supper in three native dialects. Eventually he died of the pip, poor fellow."
(from The Girl On the Boat, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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