“Claws were made before spades,” said Feather Flop, scratching away. “I’d like to do this myself, please. Come bright and early in the morning when you hear me crow.”
[CHAPTER II]
Feather Flop Oversleeps
VERY early in the morning Mary Frances awoke and listened a long time for Feather Flop’s signal, but not a sound was to be heard except the faint crowing of a distant rooster at the far end of the village.
“I expect he crowed before I was awake,” concluded Mary Frances, as she quickly dressed and went down-stairs on tiptoe.
The sun was just getting up as she ran out into the garden.
“Hello, Feather Flop,” she called softly as she hurried along, but there was not a sight or sound of Mr. Rooster.