I declare, I'm so mixed up with this
camping business that I hardly know breakfast from supper. But run
along, and I'll fry the fish for you, anyhow."
"Let's go and take a walk," proposed Jan, when they had washed their
hands in the tin basin that Mother Martin had set on a bench under a
tree, with a towel and soap near by, for fish did leave such a funny
smell on your hands, the little girl said.
"Where'll we walk to?" asked Teddy.
"Oh, let's go and look. Maybe we can find that cute little bunny we
saw when we were looking for the den where the fox lived but didn't
find him," proposed Jan. "All right," answered Teddy, and they set
off.
They had not gone very far before Teddy stopped near a bush and began
to look about him.
"What's the matter?" asked his sister.
"Why, I saw a bird fly out of here," answered her brother, "and it
seemed just as if it had a broken wing. It couldn't fly--hardly."
"Where is it?" asked Jan eagerly. "Maybe if we take it to mother she
can fix the wing. Once she mended a dog's broken leg, and he could
walk 'most as good as ever when he got well, only he limped a little."
"But a dog can't fly," said Teddy.
"I know it," agreed Jan. "But if mother can mend a broken leg, she can
fix a broken wing, can't she?"
"Maybe," admitted her brother. "Oh, there's the bird again, Jan! See
how it nutters along!" and the little boy pointed to one that was
dragging itself along over the ground as though its wings or legs were
broken or hurt.
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