NEITHER of the children had noticed the head of the big rooster as he peered curiously through the curtained window of the play house while they were talking.
As Mary Frances came out of the door, Feather Flop walked around the corner of the house. The little girl was so absorbed in looking at the plan that she did not see the rooster.
“Caw-caw!” Feather Flop cleared his throat. “Caw-caw!”
“Why, Feather Flop,” cried Mary Frances, “How you surprised me! I was so busy studying out Billy’s plan for the garden——”
“Is he anywhere about?” inquired Feather Flop, looking around anxiously. “I thought I saw him go.”
“Yes, he’s gone, Feather Flop,” laughed Mary Frances. “But let me show you—he has been planning such a delightful garden for me.”
“Delightful!” shrilled Feather Flop. “Delightful! I don’t think so.”