Then she would bounce down from the fence and race off to the kitchen in a towering rage, and the impudent youngsters would fly up into the nearest tree top and _ca_ about it delightedly.
"Then there was the scarecrow, in the middle of the big strawberry patch down at the foot of the huge garden.

It did not scare these two young rascals, not in the least.

It was an excellently made scarecrow, and did strike terror to the heart of many of the smaller birds.

But its hat was packed with straw, and the imps found it was a pleasant game pulling the straws out through a couple of holes in the crown, and strewing them over the strawberry bed.

Incidentally, they liked strawberries, and ate a good many of them as sauce to their ordinary diet of grubs and mice and chicken feed.