There were ten chicks cuddled in the hat, when after a thorough search of the weeds, Ernest announced that they must surely have them all. But to make sure they went over the ground in all directions once more.
Jane was very sober. Sherm tried to cheer her.
“You couldn’t help it, Chicken Little. You didn’t mean to.” Sherm smiled his funny smile as he said this.
“Why are you smiling? Oh, I know–I believe so, too.”
“What secrets are you talking?” Katy was curious.
“Yes, speak United States, it isn’t polite to leave your guests in the dark this way,” growled Ernest.
Jane haughtily declined to explain just then. When they returned to the wagon, they found the Captain as much interested in the shot, as he was in the prairie chicks.
“That was really a wonderful hit, little girl. I congratulate you.”
Jane stole a glance at Sherm. He wasn’t looking at her, but he was smiling. Jane smiled, too.
“Yes, Captain Clarke,” she replied demurely, “it was rather astonishing.”