Lucy calls her Polly.
Polly can say, “Poor Poll! Poor Poll! Polly wants a cracker;” and she can mew like a cat.
But Polly and the cat are not good friends. One day Polly flew down, and lit upon the cat’s back when she was asleep.
I think she knew the cat would not like that, and she did it to tease her.
When Lucy pets the cat, Polly flies up into the old apple tree, and will not come when she calls her. Then Lucy says, “What a silly bird!”