d. Beneath him there were open spaces of dirty water that brought down a few scraps of the blue sky, and worked it and the yellow duck-weed into an exquisite mosaic, with a littl

ight have missed; that two of the numberless leafy brown bumps under the broad cabbage-leaves wer

age, not because they liked its rank smell, but because the wi

known. They went to this place for a quiet rest, but had not been long there when suddenly a warning note from the ever-watchful bluejay caused Molly'

t fool out of mischief." Away she went to meet hi

were scratched raw, and guided him at last plump into a hidden barbed-wire fence, where he got such a gashing that he went homeward howling with pain. After making a short d

that she struck him with her hind

om the Creekside Thicket to the Stove-pipe brushpile. Several creepers had grown across it, and Molly, keeping one eye on the hawk, set to work and cut the creepers off. Rag watched her, then ran on ahead, and cut some more that were across the path. "That's right,

than all the hawks in the world," said Molly, glancing at the now far-away red-tail,

hiskers high up on a smooth sapling. Rag did not know he was doing this, but his mother saw and knew it was a sign,