Jasper Jay closed the umbrella quickly and handed it to Mr. Crow with a smile.
"That's a good umbrella," he remarked. "As you see, I'm not even damp.
But you—ha! ha!—you seem to have been caught out in a heavy shower."
Mr. Crow was dripping. His tail feathers looked quite bedraggled. And he was shaking the drops off his wings.
"It will never happen again," Mr. Crow said hoarsely. "Never again will I go anywhere, rain or shine, without my umbrella. At my age it's very dangerous to get so wet."
"I'd advise you to run through the woods, and then run back again, until you get warm," Jasper Jay suggested. "And since you're my cousin, if you want me to do it I'll help you—and hold your umbrella for you until you return."
But Mr. Crow shook his head.
"I've had enough of your advice," he said sourly. "It might rain again; and then I'd be worse off than ever."
Jasper Jay pretended to be surprised. And he, too, began to tremble and shake. But it was only because he was laughing silently at his cousin.