Mrs. Woodpecker flew to her neighbor Mrs. 's tree and rapped, tap-tap-tap-tap. She didn't rap gently, either. She was not in a gentle mood. She intended to find out why Mrs. Flicker had called to Reddy Woodpecker, "Good morning, my dear!"
 
Mrs. Flicker stuck her head out of her door.
 
"My husband is not at home," she said. And then she vanished.
 
"Well, the very idea! What a remark to make to me!" cried Mrs. Woodpecker. "As if I'd call on a gentleman!" Being angrier than ever, she rapped harder than before.
 
Again Mrs. Flicker peered out. Again she .
 
"Did you wish to leave a message, Mr. Woodpecker?" she inquired.
 
"I'm not Mr. Woodpecker! I'm Mrs. Woodpecker!" the caller.
 
"Oh! Oh! Oh! My! My! My!" exclaimed Mrs. Flicker, who was greatly astonished. "I beg your pardon! Excuse me! It's my mistake."
 
"It certainly isn't mine," said Mrs. Reddy Woodpecker. "It seems to me you're making a good many mistakes this morning, madam."
 
Mrs. Flicker looked very unhappy. She wasn't used to being called 'madam.' She could see that Mrs. Woodpecker was furious. She wanted to be friends with Mrs. Woodpecker.
 
"You and Mr. Woodpecker look very much alike," Mrs. Flicker said to her angry caller. "When one of you peeps out of your house it's hard to tell who's who. Just now when I came to my I could see only your head. And I thought it was your husband. When I spoke to your husband a few minutes ago I thought it was you."
 
Mrs. Woodpecker stared at her neighbor for a few moments. Somehow she thought Mrs. Flicker must be telling the truth.
 
"It's your red caps, I think," Mrs. Flicker went on. "They make you look like twins."
 
"Dear me!" said Mrs. Woodpecker. "I hadn't thought of that. What can we do?" Her anger had suddenly left her.
 
"My husband and I ha............