"We shall be in the United States very soon, at this pace," said the Villain.
And on the Condor flew, swift as an arrow, but in the afternoon a great wind storm came from the East and she was obliged to turn her course in the direction of the wind, and late in the evening they were nearing a large city which was now visible in the distance.
"I wish I had wings," sighed Sweetclover, "and could fly all over the world. It would be so wonderful."
"We will rest to-night," said the bird, "and try to find the motheranfather of Jackie and Peggs to-morrow."
"You will be too tired," said Sweetclover.
"Oh, no," said the Condor. "You can have no fear. I will be all right. When I say I do something I do that. I never...."
She did not finish what she was going to say, and maybe it was a punishment for boasting. People are often punished for talking too much about what they can do ... for just at that moment something dreadful happened that changed their plans.
