"'Tis well," said Turkey Proudfoot with a toplofty toss of his bald head. "Since you're not laughing at me, you needn't laugh at all. I don't like your sniggering."
"We can't help laughing," a few of the more daring ones told him. "It's so funny!"
"What is?"
"He is!"
"Who is?"
"Master Meadow Mouse!"
"Master Meadow Mouse!" repeated Turkey Proudfoot in a bewildered fashion.
He looked in front of him. He looked to the left. He looked to the right. He[p. 29] couldn't see Master Meadow Mouse anywhere.
"Look behind you!" cried Henrietta Hen.
Turkey Proudfoot turned his head.