“Oh, what fun we’ll have!” joyously cried Janet.
“The best times we ever knew!” agreed her Curlytop brother.
“Let’s go look for Mr. Jenk’s crow,” proposed Janet, and out they ran to the fields and a little patch of woods not far from their home.
“Where you go?” asked Trouble, as he looked up from his digging to watch his brother and sister. “I come,” he added, not bothering to put in all the words.
“We’re going to look for Jim,” said Ted.
“I find him!” declared Trouble, as if it were easy to locate a missing crow. Though Jim was lame in his legs, and could only hobble about, his wings were as strong as ever and he could fly many miles.
“Yes, you’ll find him—not!” laughed Ted. “You’ll find him as we found mother’s missing diamond.”
“Oh, don’t talk about that!” pleaded Janet, who felt very sad over the lost locket.
The search for the tame crow was no more successful than had been the one for the diamond locket. The children looked through the fields and in the little patch of woods, calling:
“Jim! Jim! Jim!”