"For traps—never you mind why: you'll see presently," was the lofty reply.
Jim thought it a little unfair, but he good-naturedly took the axe and saw and went to work.
In half an hour he came to say he was done, and was quickly followed by his sister, whose face was beaming.
"I've caught three!" she cried.
"Three? Good!"
"Yes, they came, a big flock—about forty, I should think—and chattered and twittered about over the house."
"I heard 'em," Tug exclaimed.
KATY TRAPPING THE SNOW-BUNTINGS.