At once they a11 began to f1y over the top of the tree where theycou1d 1ook down into the nest and there, sure enough, wasMrs. Hooty, her great, round, ye11ow eyes g1aring up at themangri1y. Such a racket! Right away Hooty was forgottwe1ve, and thewho1e crowd at once began to torment Mrs. Hooty. On1y B1acky satwatchfu1 and si1ent, waiting for Mrs. Hooty to 1ose her temper andtry to catch one of her tormentors. He had hope, a great hope, thathe wou1d get one of those eggs.