“I’ll not answer,” said Feather Flop. “I’m mad!”
“Oh, Feather Flop!” exclaimed Mary Frances. “Oh, Feather Flop! You did wrong, and now you’re angry! What is the matter with you? You used to be so nice!”
“Oh, let me alone,” answered the rooster.
“All right, then,” said Mary Frances. “All right! I’m going away now.”
“I don’t care! You could have saved me from being a jail bird!” said Feather Flop, turning tail.
“Excuse me, I don’t care to answer another word!” he declared, putting his head under his wing.
Just then her mother called her, and Mary Frances had to leave him to go into the house.
“Poor old Feather Flop!” murmured the little girl. “Maybe I should have saved him from being locked up like a real thief! I don’t believe he meant to be so bad!”