The clocks all began striking and the cuckoos began calling just like this:—One, cuckoo; two, cuckoo; three, cuckoo; four, cuckoo; five, cuckoo.
It was five o'clock. The cuckoo birds folded their wings and stepped quietly back into their tiny houses. The doors closed quickly in front of them and all was still once more, except for the tick, tick of the many clocks.
"We just must buy one of those cuckoo clocks to take back to America with us," said Joe.
"We must buy two of them," said Jack. "We must take one to Molly and May. They will think it is splendid."
"Let's ask father about it," said Joe. "I know he will tell us to buy one for the Sunbonnet Babies and one for Tim and Ted."
"I am going home to supper now," said Jack. "This is Saturday, and there are fireworks on the shore of the lake every Saturday evening, you know."
"Oh, so there are!" cried Joe. "I had almost forgotten about them. Let's hurry."
