Ready whispered a “thank you” to the Chipmunks, and an invitation to visit him for a week-end as soon as he found his master’s home. The Chipmunks put their little heads to one side and then curtsied. They are really quite polite little creatures when they remember to be.
They were gone before you could say “Jack Robinson,” and Ready was left alone, waiting for his breakfast under the last oak tree in the forest.
Waiting under the last oak tree
CHAPTER VII
THE JOURNEY WITH THE SWALLOWS
Ready had scarcely been there a moment before a Red Headed Woodpecker came out of his hole and rather sleepily rang a breakfast bell.
It sounded like this: “Punk, penk, pink,” and it meant, “Come to breakfast.”
Ready answered at once with three of his most cheerful barks, “Ready, ready, ready.”
Then the Woodpecker saluted him and flew down to a little mound covered with fresh leaves. Under this was a delicious dog breakfast.