THIS WAY TO THE CORNER
It was exactly like the first, except that the hand pointed down the road.
“Why, I must have passed the Corner,” said Buddie. “Could you tell me—”
But the Lamb had disappeared. Doubtless he had wandered in among the trees.
Something else was in sight, however. Away down the road was a large bird, and Buddie hastened toward it.
“It’s a crane,” she said. “No; it’s a heron. No; it’s a—” What was it?
Closer inspection proved it to be neither heron nor crane, for it was white, with black-tipped wings, and it had a certain grand manner about it foreign to cranes and herons.
“Oh, I know what it is now!” cried Buddie. “It’s a stork.”
The Stork turned his head slowly as Buddie approached, and regarded her with a most amiable expression.