"English bad!" Mable echoed, her tone almost excited.  Chéri was not mute, but - what was that accent, French?  Mable was not so well versed in foreign languages and dialect.

"Yes, yes, my name is Mable!  Wow - Chéri is such a pretty name!  Oh," Mable was used to speaking so fast.  She repeated herself slower for her new friend, and then did the motion to whistle again.

"This," she said, "whistling!  You were doing it before - could you show me how?  I'm not very good..."  To prove it, Mable made a hearty attempt to whistle, but only succeeded in blowing air and spittle past her lips.  She covered her mouth in embarrassment and shrugged sheepishly at her new friend.