“It must have been the boys!” chorused all the birds.
Father Thrift looked very angry.
“All this is very sad,” he said. “I am sorry indeed to hear it. But, little friends, go home and make the best of things for the present.
“Shaggy Bear and I will find some way to help you.”
Then the birds flew away. And they made such a noise that the clouds trembled in the sky.
TWO BAD BOYS
For a while neither Father Thrift nor the bear spoke.