“But, oh—lettuce for to-morrow!” cried Eleanor, throwing her arm around Mary Frances’ waist as they skipped up the walk into the house.
Feather Flop watched them from behind the tree where he was hiding. “Maybe I oughtn’t to have touched it after all,” he said.
[CHAPTER XXXII]
Feather Flop Gets Angry
FEATHER FLOP was in the vegetable garden the next morning long before the children came for the radishes and lettuce.
When he saw them coming, he ran around a corner of the play house, where he could hear every word, but could not be seen.
“Oh, Billy,” cried Mary Frances, happily, “isn’t this just fine! Eleanor and I will pull the radishes and you can get the lettuce.”