But Barbara's interest had not flagged and to please her Jed had promised to think a little more about it during the next day or so.
"But can't you make it flap its wings, Uncle Jed ?" the child had asked.
Jed rubbed his chin.

"W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I don't know.

I thought I could, but now I ain't so sure.

I could make 'em whirl 'round and 'round like a mill or a set of sailor paddles, but to make 'em flap is different.

They've got to be put on strong enough so they won't flop off.