"Yes? Well, they seemed to enjoy warming their wings in the smoke, for they flew through it lots of times. Then pretty soon one spied a crumb, and I suppose he called his fellows, for in a minute they came all hopping about on the snow, and getting nearer and nearer the boxes. I got so nervous I could hardly hold the strings still, but I kept as quiet as a mouse—"
"Or as a cat after a mouse!" interrupted Aleck, who had come in with an armful of wood.
"—and pretty soon one little bird went right under the locker. There was another close behind him, but I was too anxious to wait, and I pulled the string, catching one and knocking the other over. It made so little noise that the rest of the flock were not alarmed, and I suppose they didn't miss the lost one, for pretty soon they began to go around the locker, and one flew right on top of it. I was afraid he would tumble it down, but he didn't, and in a minute another had gone under. But there was a third hopping right towards the paper, and so I just waited till he had run under, when—piff!—I had them both!"
"Good for you, Katy!" cried the delighted boys. "You'll make a sportsman yet!"
Chapter XVI.
HOW TUG MADE "TWITCH-UPS."
"It's cold work, though," Katy replied, "sitting so still out on that ice. I am just stiff."