Reddy Woodpecker smiled at him. And for some reason Mr. Crow became angry.
"How many members has your club?" he squawked.
"One!" Reddy told him.
"Ha!" the old fellow exclaimed. "You can't have a club with only one member."
"I expect that several of the neighbors will join The Redcaps to-morrow," said Reddy Woodpecker. "They 're only waiting for an invitation."
"Let me see," Mr. Crow murmured. "There's your cousin Mr. Flicker. He wears a red patch on the back of his head. But you can't call it a cap."
"I call it a cap," Reddy Woodpecker told him. "Mr. Flicker is going to get an invitation."
Mr. Crow then muttered something about cousins, and added something more about birds of a feather flocking together. And then he said, "There's the Downy Woodpecker and there's the Hairy Woodpecker—both cousins of yours, too. They've only what you might call a touch of red on the backs of their necks; but I suppose——"
"Yes! I'm going to invite them to join The Redcaps," Reddy interrupted.
Mr. Crow looked terribly upset, though he claimed it was no more than he had expected. "That will be about all the members you will get," he added.