"I don't know. I don't know what to think," replied Happy Jack, soberly.
"Do you know, Tommy, I've grown very fond of Farmer Brown's boy."
"Of course. Dee, dee, dee, of course. Everybody who really knows him is
fond of him. I've said all along that he is the best friend we've got,
but no one seemed to believe me. I'm glad you've found it out for
yourself. I tell you what, I'll go up to his house and have another look
around." And without waiting for a reply, Tommy was off as fast as his
little wings could take him.
"I hope, I do hope, that nothing has happened to him," mumbled Happy
Jack, as he pretended to hunt for buried nuts while he waited for Tommy
Tit to come back, and by "him" he meant Farmer Brown's boy.
CHAPTER XVII
TOMMY TIT BRINGS NEWS
No one knows too much, but many know too little.
_Happy Jack._
Happy Jack very plainly was not happy. His name was the only happy thing
about him. He fussed about on the edge of the Green Forest. He just
couldn't keep still. When he thought anybody was looking, he pretended
to hunt for some of the nuts he had buried in the fall, and dug holes
down through the snow.
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