Eleanor looked up from the notes she had made.
“If it hadn’t been for Feather Flop,” began Mary Frances.
“Feather Flop!” exclaimed Eleanor. “Do you mean your pet rooster?”
“Yes,” declared Mary Frances, “he really had a great deal to do with it, although Billy ridicules the idea.”
“I can’t quite understand it myself,” Eleanor said. “I thought chickens were very injurious to a garden.”
“Not Feather Flop! He has been so interested from the very first that I myself have been amazed. Eleanor, you should hear about the cutworms and other insects he has eaten, and the weeds he has taken out of the garden.”
Mary Frances grew excited in being able to praise the rooster to someone.