I'm almost sure there's a bottle of peroxide down at the house, that isn't spoiled.

We'll go and put some on it right away; and then we'll go bug-hunting.

I believe I know where there's the fattest, juiciest bugs!" She cuddled the bird against her cheek, and started back across the wide point of the benchland to where the trail led down the bluff to the house.
She was wholly absorbed in the trouble of the little brown bird; and the trail, following a crevice through the rocks and later winding along behind some scant bushes, partially concealed the buildings and the house yard from view until one was well down into the coulee.

So it was not until she was at the spring, looking at the moist earth there for fat bugs for the bird, that she had any inkling of visitors.

Then she heard voices and went quickly around the corner of the house toward the sound.
It seemed to her that she was lately fated to come plump into the middle of that fat Mr.Burns' unauthorized picture-making.