By and by he saw the light go out, and he thought, after all, he was
not to catch Mr. Crow that night; but just as he was going away he saw
a tiny flicker of light at another window. Up went Mr. Coon and peeked
in.

And what do you think he saw? Mr. Crow sitting at a table eating bread
and milk with Mr. Possum's missing tin spoon.

It did not take Mr. Coon long to run to Mr. Possum's house and bring
him back with him and show him his spoon, and then right through the
window they jumped and grabbed Mr. Crow by the nape of his neck. And
how they did shake the old thief! They did not stop to talk to him.

"He is not worth the breath we should waste," said Mr. Coon, "and I
feel sure this place is not a place that agrees with Mr. Crow's health.
He will move away, I am sure, where the climate will better agree with
him."

The next day there was a to-let sign on the house where Mr. Crow had
once lived, and the bachelors all met that night to discuss the
breaking up of the party and to hear about the tin spoons and how they
were found.

"And it is my opinion," said Mr. Coon, "that if some one were to ask
Mr. Dog he would tell us that Mr. Crow went and told him about our
party."

"But who will ask Mr. Dog?" asked Jack Rabbit.

No one seemed to be interested enough to ask Mr. Dog, and they never
knew for sure whether he told or not, but Mr. Coon always said he did.
At any rate, the wood folk were rid of old Mr. Crow, and they were glad
of it.

DISCONTENTED DEWDROP

[Illustration: Discontented Dewdrop]

One morning a little Dewdrop was resting on the petal of a wild rose
that grew beside a river.

The sun shining on it made it glisten like a diamond and a lady who was
passing stopped to admire its beauty.

"It is the most beautiful thing in the world," she remarked. "See the
colors in that tiny little drop. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Wonderful," repeated the Dewdrop when the lady had walked away. "If I
were like the river I might be wonderful; it is too bad; here I am
sitting here while the river can run on and on and see all the sights.
It bubbles and babbles as it goes, and that is worth while. I have
never a chance to be wonderful. Oh, if I were only in the river water
I might be something."

Just then a breeze passing heard the little Dewdrop's wish.

"You shall have your wish, foolish Dewdrop," she said, blowing gently
on the rose, which swayed, and off went the little Dewdrop into the
rushing