"I can't stand here idling my time away," the carpenter replied. "I'm a busy bee. Come inside if you want to see me!" And he disappeared again.
How could Reddy Woodpecker accept his invitation to enter? The carpenter's doorway was too small for him. And the wood was not the sort that Reddy liked to chisel away with his bill. It wasn't brittle enough to suit him. So he knocked again.
When the carpenter came rushing back to his doorway his pale face wore an anxious look.
"Oh!" he said. "I thought it was a fire. I thought somebody wanted to tell me my house was on fire. But it's only you. What do you want now?"
"I know you'd like to learn my name," Reddy Woodpecker began.
"Just leave your card!" the carpenter told him. "I'll look at it later when I have more time."
"When will that be?" Reddy demanded.
"I don't know," the odd person confessed. "It seems as if I never would get my house finished."
"Then," said Reddy, "there can't be any use in my leaving my card. Probably when you found time to look at it you wouldn't remember who left it."
"Probably not!" the carpenter admitted. "Good day, sir!" And he dodged out of sight.