Ted and Janet were making a playhouse near an old stump, and Trouble had wandered off a short distance to look for pretty stones. Suddenly the little fellow came toddling back in a hurry, to cry:
“Somebody’s knockin’!”
“Knocking? What do you mean, Trouble?” asked Ted.
“Listen!” ordered William, holding up one hand as he had seen his mother do.
To the ears of Ted and Janet came a rat-at-at-tat-tat! sound.
“Hear ’em knockin!” whispered Trouble.
“I know what that is,” declared Ted. “It’s a woodpecker picking holes in a tree so he can get the worms and bugs. It’s a woodpecker knocking, that’s what it is.”
“Does he want to come into our playhouse?” asked Trouble.
“No, I don’t think so,” answered Janet. She looked up in the trees overhead, to see if she could find the tapping woodpecker, then suddenly, as she caught sight of another bird, she exclaimed:
“Look, Ted! The tame crow! There’s Mr. Jenk’s lame, trick crow!”