will come back to the Smiling Pool to-night?"

"She said she would," replied Peter. "Last night she came just a
little while before dark, and I think she will do the same thing
to-night, to see if any more corn has been left for her. You know
Farmer Brown's boy put some there yesterday, and it tasted so good
to her that I don't believe she will be able to stay away, even if
she wants to. I think your plan is perfectly splendid, Sammy Jay.
I do hope Blacky the Crow will help."

"He will. Don't worry about that," replied Sammy. "Hello! There
goes Farmer Brown's boy over to the Smiling Pool now."

"Then there will be some more corn for Mrs. Quack. I just know
it!" cried Peter. "He is going to see if Mrs. Quack is there, and
I just know he has his pockets full of corn."

"I wouldn't mind a little of it myself," said Sammy. "Well, I must
go along to hunt up Blacky. Good-by, Peter." "Good-by and good
luck," replied Peter. "I've always said you are not half such a
bad fellow as you try to make folks think you are, Sammy Jay."

"Thanks," said Sammy, and started for the Green Forest to look for
his cousin, Blacky the Crow.




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