Slut-echo and responded with such a good imitation of my mother’s rough and hoarse voice, that she felt confident and went back inside. However, she forbade me to continue whistling on the farm. But I found the advice. I was then as now an agent for a large toy factory in Nuremberg, and had a small stock of musical boxes, singing birds and the like. One of these birds bestowed my dearest and another took me to his own use. As we would arrange a meeting, I let my bird singing on one side of the wall and she responded to the second. It was excellent and sounded also very nice and since then I have always had a weakness for these little birds. My mother often sat in the window and listened with pleasure to fåglalåten. And she said:
It is a polite bird, you may have. And it sounds just as if it had two voices, one male and one female.
Yes, I said, it’s exactly as you say. Your hearing is as sharp as your vision.