"I hope you'll try to be regular," he told Mr. Crow. "When a person takes a newspaper he doesn't like to be disappointed, you know."
Old Mr. Crow said that he hoped nothing would prevent his coming to
Brownie's house every Saturday afternoon.
"There's only one more thing I can think of," he croaked, "that would make it impossible for me to be here. And that is if I should lose count of the days of the week or have to see a baseball game or fly south for the winter."
"But that's three things, instead of only one," Brownie Beaver objected.
"Well—maybe it is," Mr. Crow replied—"the way you count. But I call it only one because I said it all in one breath, without a single pause."
"I hope you won't tell me the news as fast as that," said Brownie Beaver, "for if you did I should never be able to remember one-half of it."
But Mr. Crow promised that he would talk very slowly.
"You'll be perfectly satisfied," he told Brownie. "And now I must go home at once, to begin gathering news."