Down below the Trippertrot children was a large bird, flapping its broad wings.
“I guess that’s an eagle,” said Johnny, who had seen a picture of one in his bird and animal book, once upon a time.
“I wish it would come up here closer, where we could see it,” spoke Mary. “I like eagles.”
And then, all at once, the big bird opened its beak, and it cried out:
“Gobble-obble-obble!” just like that.
“Why!” exclaimed Tommy. “That’s not an eagle.”
“No, it’s a turkey gobbler,” said Johnny.
“And look!” cried Mary. “It’s flying right down toward that house with the red roof.”
“Oh! Oh!” suddenly cried Tommy, wiggling his little fat legs. “I know where we are now. That house with the red roof is ours.”
“But our house is painted green,” objected Mary.