“Oh, goody! I love the vegetable garden almost as well as the flower garden,” cried Mary Frances, “although the flowers are so interesting and are growing beautifully. Come, let us go look to see if any are ready to bloom,” leading the way to the front garden.
“Excuse me,” said Billy; “I’m going fishing.”
“Good luck!” cried both the girls. “Wish you’d take us!”
But Billy pretended he didn’t hear.
[CHAPTER XXXI]
Feather Flop’s Temptation
“QUEER,” said Feather Flop, as he stopped crowing for a moment early the next morning, “queer, that I can never get to see my little Miss alone any more. How I do hate to see company come, for then I can’t get a word with her! Never mind, I’ll go over to the vegetable garden in a few minutes to see how everything is getting along. I’ll crow very loud now; she might possibly hear and come out.”
He flapped his wings and swelled out his breast, and began to crow loud and long.
