“So would I,” agreed Ted. “We’d get a lot of money then.”
“And the crow is in these woods,” went on Janet. “I’m sure we saw him that time the woodpecker was tapping.”
“Yes, that was Mr. Jenk’s crow all right,” said her brother. “But how can we catch him?”
Janet thought for a minute. Then she remembered something that had happened back home.
“Oh, Ted!” she cried. “Cheese!”
“Cheese? What do you mean?” he asked.
“Don’t you remember how fond the Jim crow was of cheese?” went on Janet. “Whenever he used to get away Mr. Jenk would go after him, calling and holding out a bit of cheese. And Jim would fly down to get the cheese and Mr. Jenk would catch him.”
“Oh, yes!” cried Teddy. “And then he’d make believe pull corks. I mean the crow would,” he added, though Janet understood.
“Let’s go back to daddy’s store and get some cheese,” proposed Janet. She called it “daddy’s store,” though Mr. Martin did not own it and had only been engaged to start it going. But the children always thought of the camp store as they did of the one in Cresco, as belonging to their father.
“Yes, we’ll make a cheese trap,” agreed Ted.