Once he turned in the direction of Farmer Brown's house, but changed his
mind as he saw the Black Shadows creeping out from the Purple Hills,
and once more headed for the Green Forest.
"Too late to-day. Time I was home now. It'll keep until to-morrow," he
muttered. Then he chuckled, and he was still chuckling when he reached
the big hemlock tree, among the thick branches of which he spent each
night.
"Don't know what started me off to the Old Pasture this afternoon, but
I'm glad I went. My, my, my, but I'm glad I went," said he, as he
fluffed out his feathers and prepared to tuck his head under his wing.
"It pays to snoop around in this world and see what is going on. I
learned a long time ago not to believe everything I hear, and that the
surest way to make sure of things is to find out for myself. Nothing
like using my own eyes and my own ears. Well, I must get to sleep." He
began to chuckle again, and he was still chuckling as he fell asleep.
The next morning Sammy Jay was astir at the very first sign of light. He
waited just long enough to see that every feather was in place, for
Sammy is a bit vain, and very particular about his dress.
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