“Remember! You’re going to be busy at home to-morrow!” she warned him.
“Yes! yes!” he said. And he seemed in a bit of a hurry to get to the orchard—it couldn’t have been to get away from home.
XXI
OFF TO BLACK CREEK
As soon as they reached the orchard, Jolly Robin exclaimed, “There’s old Mr. Crow now, over there on the fence! He’s come back to get your answer and take it to Long Bill Wren. I’ll have to tell him you’re sorry—but you’re going to be too busy to-morrow to go to the party.”
“Tell him——” said Rusty Wren—“tell him that although I expect to be busy, I am going to my cousin’s party just the same.”
Jolly Robin stopped and sat down on a branch of an apple tree, he was so surprised. “My dear sir!” he cried. “You seem to have forgotten that your wife said you wouldn’t be able to accept Long Bill’s invitation.”
“My wife——” said Rusty Wren—“my wife sometimes makes mistakes. And this is one of them. I wouldn’t miss my cousin’s party for anything. And I don’t intend to, either.”