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"Hullo, hullo, hullo!" the bird called down to her.

"And then—hullo! What's wrong with the Human? It looks pretty green. Why, I do believe it's quite faint. Perhaps it's mortal hungry. When did you last have a meal, youngster?"

I heard Beatrice shouting, “Hullo, hullo, don’t cut us off, exchange,” and then there was a click, and silence.

“Hullo, hullo, hullo! Here we are again!” he screamed joyfully, landing with a little wobble upon the window-sill.

After a chorus of disappointed sighs, Bronwyn said, “Oh, hullo Jacob,” and returned her attention to the table.