“Oh, dear!” sighed Janet, for that was an unhappy memory.
“Did your mother lose something on this trip?” asked Mrs. Pitney.
“Not on this trip,” explained Ted. “It was before we started. My sister and I were playing house, and Janet borrowed mother’s small diamond locket to dress up with. But there was an auto accident out in front and we ran to see that, and afterward we couldn’t find the locket.”
“It must have dropped down a crack. But we looked everywhere,” said Janet. “Oh, I feel so bad about it.”
“Never mind,” consoled Mrs. Pitney. “Maybe it will be found some day.”
But Janet did not believe it would.
“And Jim is lost, too,” added Trouble.
“Who is Jim? Your dog?” asked the farmer’s wife.
“No. He is a tame crow that does tricks, and he’s worth more than a hundred dollars,” explained Ted. “He can stand on one leg and make a pop like a cork coming from a bottle.”
“It’s too bad you lost a crow like that,” said Mrs. Pitney, as she arranged the lamp in a safe place in the attic, where it would not be knocked over if the children raced about as they were sure to do. “One of our neighbors had a tame crow once,” she went on. “It could say a few words, but I never heard it pull corks.”