"That's all I wanted to know," said the faithful bird. "Look out! Here she goes!"
And with a great flutter and flapping of his gilt wings he landed on the sand.
And after that he and Marjorie went over to the clump of palm trees where Mrs. Noah and the boys were resting.
"This would be a fine spot for a picnic," she said. "Did you ever go to one?"
"No, I've never been to one, although I once went to a fair with father," said Marjorie.
"Well, while the boys are busy with Capt. Noah mending the Ark, we'll get a fire started and have our lunch out here beneath the trees."
It didn't take long to get the fire started, for Mrs. Noah wished to surprise the Captain when he came back, and pretty soon the kettle was singing away:
"Hurray for the jolly picnic
And the crew of the red Noah's Ark.
I'll whistle and sing like a bird in the spring,
While the red flames gleam and spark."
"There are some nice clams on the beach," said Mrs. Noah.
So the Weathercock took a basket and went down to the water's edge and brought back enough for everybody.