“There he is,” and Trouble led Janet to a corner of the fence. It was from here that he had looked before, coming back to tell the news.
“He’s taking his time getting here,” thought Teddy, munching an apple and following his sister and brother. Ted decided that if there was to be a fuss about the apples he might as well have one to eat, anyhow.
“There’s the man,” Trouble said, pointing the individual in question out to his sister and brother.
Jan noted the ragged flapping coat and the ragged hat set on one side of the head. Then Ted saw it and gave a howl of laughter.
“Don’t make fun of him!” his sister begged. “The farmer won’t like it, and he’ll scold us for taking his apples.”
“Farmer!” chuckled Ted. “That isn’t a farmer.”
“Well, tramp then,” went on Janet. “He does look like a tramp.”
“It isn’t a tramp, either,” laughed Ted.
“What is it then?” Janet wanted to know.
“It’s a scarecrow. That must be a field of corn, or something, over there, and the farmer that owns it has put up a stuffed man to keep the crows away. Ho! Ho! It’s a scarecrow!”