"Wings," suggested Verty,
"But they are so small, and he's so heavy."
"He starts high up," said Verty, "and makes a strong jump when he flies. That's the way he does."
"How curious," said Redbud.
"Yes," cried Fanny, "and see! there's a striped ground squirrel, and listen to that crow,—caw! caw!"
With which Fanny twists her lips into astonishing shapes, and imitates the crow in a manner which the youngest of living crows would have laughed to scorn.
Redbud gathered some beautiful flowers, and with the assistance of Verty made a little wreath, which she tied with a ribbon. Stealing behind Fanny, she placed this on her head.
"Oh, me?" cried Miss Fanny.
"Yes, for you," said Ralph.
"From Redbud? Oh! thank you. But I'll make you one. Come, sir,"—to
Ralph,—"help me."