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"No Castor and P, x, Pollux Castor and Pollux it's a Bible name." "You're not giving us the name of Noah's ark, are you?" asked Bob. "I say, boys, that isn't fair a bit," growled Pewee, in all earnestness. "I don't hardly believe that Bible ship's a-going now." Things were mixed in Pewee's mind, but he had a vague notion that Bible times were as much as fifty years ago.
Lanham and the master had a good laugh over the captured string, which was made of Pewee's and Riley's top-strings, tied together. The triplets did not see Susan go to the fence. They were too intent on what was to happen to Mr. Williams. When, at length, he came along safely through the darkness, they were bewildered. "You didn't tie that string well in the middle," growled Pewee at Riley.
"That's a very nice string," said Susan. "It's just like Pewee's top-string," cried Harry Weathervane. "Is it yours, Pewee?" said Susan, in her sweetest tones. "No," said the king, with his head down; "mine's at home." "I found this one, last night," said Susan. And all the school knew that she was tormenting Pewee, although they could not guess how she had got his top-string.
The habit of this bird, as I learned by observation of him afterward, was to sit on the highest twig of a tree dead at the top, where he could command a view of the whole neighborhood, and sing or call by the hour, in a loud, drawling, and rather plaintive tone, somewhat resembling the wood pewee's, though more animated in delivery.
Once the other boys had broken away from Pewee's domination, they were pleased to feel themselves free. As for Pewee and his friends, they climbed up on a fence, and sat like three crows, watching the play of the others. After a while they got down in disgust, and went off, not knowing just what to do.
The Wood Pewee's nest is a frail, shallow excuse for a nest, resting securely on a horizontal limb of some well-grown tree. Then there is the Phoebe, that plasters its cup-shaped mass of nesting material with mud, thus securing it to a rafter or other projection beneath a bridge, outbuilding, or porch roof.
A blue-jay is just approaching the wood pewee's nest in the burr oak, but the doughty husband does battle with the fierceness of a kingbird and chases him away. Three tiny birdlings, covered with hairs soft and white as the down of a thistle, are in the nest, which is saddled snugly to the fork of a horizontal tree. In another nest, near by, the three eggs have only just been laid.
Pewee's party drew close together, and Riley whispered hoarsely: "The house is ha'nted." Just then the hideous and fiery death's-head made a circuit, and swung, grinning, into Riley's face, who could stand no more, but broke into a full run toward the river.
There was a little notch in the end of his tail. The upper half of his bill was black, but the lower half was light. Peter could see on each wing two whitish bars, and he noticed that Pewee's wings were longer than his tail, which wasn't the case with Chebec. But no one could ever mistake Pewee for any of his relatives, for the simple reason that he keeps repeating his own name over and over.
"The string's gone!" broke out Riley, after feeling up and down the tree for some half a minute. What could have become of it? They had been so near the sidewalk all the time that no one could have passed without their seeing him. The next day, at noon-time, when Susan Lanham brought out her lunch, it was tied with Pewee's new top-string, the best one in the school.
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