“We’ll push this beastly old July day back to its right month, and find the December day that ought to be here. My, but it will be a spree!” and Tibbs rubbed his hands delightedly.
“That’s right! I knew I could depend on you!” said Coppertop, and her pale cheeks began to glow with excitement.
“’Es, but how?” asked Kiddiwee anxiously.
“I don’t know exactly how,” replied Coppertop, “but it must be done! Perhaps we’d better call on the Clerk of the Weather, he ought to be able to help us!”
And so saying, off they flew to interview that important personage.
CHAPTER III.
THEY MAKE AN ENEMY
“WHAT do you want here?” cried the Clerk of the Weather, crossly.
It wasn’t a very nice greeting, especially as the three anxious children had been standing and knocking upon the thundercloud door of the Clerk’s house for the last half hour.