“Well, I was talking to a bird this morning, and she told me that she was starting south in a few days. I told her about our Scotchman, and she said that she would be glad to take him along. She said that he could ride on her back. She promised to look after him, and said she would bring him north again in the spring.”
The General thought the plan a good one, and Scotty was told to pack his grip, and be ready to go by the end of the week.
The Teenie Weenies were greatly excited over the news. The Lady of Fashion mended all the Scotchman’s clothes, and made him three tiny new shirts for the trip. The Chinaman washed everything he had that could be washed, starched and ironed his new shirts beautifully, and the others did all they could to make him comfortable and happy.
“Oh my,” said the Dunce, when he heard the news, “I wish I had rheumatism, too, so I could go along.”
The Teenie Weenies were up at the first break of day the morning that the Scotchman was to go. At the promised hour the bird flew up to the shoe house and lighted on the lawn.
“All aboard for Dixie,” cried the bird, and the Teenie Weenies all swarmed out with the Scotchman among them.
“Here,” shouted the Cook, running out with a big, neat package. “Here’s your lunch. I put in all the things you like best.”
“Jimminie,” muttered the Dunce, as he hungrily watched the lunch being forced into the Scotchman’s already overflowing grip, “I just do wish I was a-goin’!”
“We’ll send your trunk to you by mail,” shouted the Cowboy as the Scotchman climbed up on the back of the bird.
“All right,” cried Scotty. “Thanks and good-by to everybody.”