There was a rustling in the tree under which the children stood talking with their father, and, looking up, Janet cried:
“It’s Jim, Mr. Jenk’s crow!”
“He’s flying home,” added Ted
“Well, what have you been doing all day, children?” asked Mr. Martin. “Don’t take that, Trouble!” he quickly cried, as the little boy pulled some papers from the side pocket of his father’s coat. “I need those. I’ll have to use them if I go to Mount Major to open a store for the lumber camp.”
“Oh, are you going away?” cried Janet.
“For a while, maybe,” her father answered, as he looked to make sure Trouble had taken none of his papers.
“When are you going?” asked Ted. “Mount Major is where they cut lumber, isn’t it, Dad?”
“Yes, they cut a great deal of lumber there,” said Mr. Martin, as he watched the lame, tame crow of his neighbor fly down into a tree in Mr. Jenk’s yard. “And they are starting work for the summer now, felling a lot of trees to get ready to saw up into lumber this fall. They want me to go up there and start a store, so the lumbermen may be able to buy things to eat without having to travel so far.”
“Are you going?” asked Janet.
“When?” inquired Ted once more.