"Whip-poor-will! whip-poor-will!"
"I wish I could see a whip-poor-will," said Donald. "They never let me get near enough to them to see how they look."
"Let's try this one," said Frank. "It's very near."
On tiptoe they slipped off the porch, but the shy bird heard them and flew away. Soon they heard it again:
"Whip-poor-will! whip-poor-will!"
And another one answered from the edge of the cornfield:
"Whip-poor-will! whip-poor-will!"
[Illustration: Whip-poor-will. ]