Add Davey to the ranks of would-be whistlers, and he gets A for effort anyhow. Listening to the train and the teakettle, to Uncle Bill and brother Steve doesn't help; neither does instruction from his father and newspaper boy Pete: neither does practice...until ""one day he did it!"" This takes twenty-two pages of repetitious text and orange illustrations; in the remaining eighteen, Davey discovers that you can't whistle with a cut lemon under your nose, and does whistle up a whole recital for his admiring family. We suspect that an admiring family inspired this--much ado about one unmotivated accomplishment (at least Peter was whistling for Willie).