“Yes,” answered Billy, “of course, you can use some of the leaves, but the beauty of each head is spoiled! Here, you girls take these things to the house.”
“Where are you going?” asked Mary Frances.
“I’m going hunting—hunting for a bird!” replied Billy grimly.
“Oh, don’t hurt him!” called the girls.
“Not if I can help it,” said Billy.
“What are you going to do with him?” again called Mary Frances.
“Come help me catch him, and you’ll see. I’m going to make a prisoner of him!” Billy just then caught sight of Feather Flop as he half ran and half flew across the lawn.
The rooster gave them a long chase, but finally Billy caught him and tucked him under his arm.
Feather Flop meanwhile kept up an incessant chatter.