Happy Jack grew very sober. "What makes you think so?" he demanded.
"If you'll give me time to get my breath, I'll tell you all about it,"
retorted Tommy Tit.
"All right, only please hurry," replied Happy Jack, and tried to look
patient even if he wasn't.
Tommy Tit smoothed out some rumpled feathers and was most provokingly
slow about it. "When I left here," he began at last, "I flew straight up
to Farmer Brown's house, as I said I would. I flew all around it, but
all I saw was that horrid Black Pussy on the back doorsteps, and she
looked at me so hungrily that she made me dreadfully uncomfortable. I
don't see what Farmer Brown keeps her about for, anyway."
"Never mind her; go on!" interrupted Happy Jack.
"Then I flew all around the barn, but I didn't see any one there but
that ugly little upstart, Bully the English Sparrow, and he wanted to
pick a fight with me right away." Tommy looked very indignant.
"Never mind him, go on!" cried Happy Jack impatiently.
"After that I flew back to the big maple tree close by the house,"
continued Tommy. "You know Farmer Brown's boy has kept a piece of suet
tied in that tree all winter for me. I was hungry, and I thought I
would get a bite to eat, but there wasn't any suet there. That pig of a
Sammy Jay had managed to get it untied and had carried it all away. Of
course that made me angry, and twice as hungry as before. I was trying
to make up my mind what to do next when I happened to look over on the
window sill, and what do you think I saw there?"
"What?" demanded Happy Jack eagerly.
"A lot of cracked hickory nuts!" declared Tommy. "I just knew that they
were meant for me, and when I was sure that the way was clear, I flew
over there. They tasted so good that I almost forgot about Farmer
Brown's boy, when I just happened to look in the window. You know those
windows are made of some queer stuff that looks like ice and isn't, and
that you can see right through."
Happy Jack didn't know, for he never had been near enough to see, but he
nodded, and Tommy Tit went on.
"There were many queer things inside, and I was wondering what they
could be when all of a sudden I saw _him_. He was lying down, and there
was something the matter with him. I tapped on the window to him and
then I hurried back here."
CHAPTER XVIII
HAPPY JACK DECIDES TO MAKE A CALL
You'll find when all is said and done
Two heads are better far than one.
_Happy Jack._
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