154 THE LAND OF PLUCK

 

“fou, RUKY! IS THIS you?’”

knew better; he never stirred when the noisy crowd set-
tled around the cottage, excepting once, when one of them
pounced upon his back. Then he started up, wagging his
tail, and barking with uproarious delight. The crow flew
off in a flutter, and did not venture near him again.