"I appoint Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Woodchuck to take up a collection for this poor[p. 30] boy," Peter Mink said. "And I've no doubt that they will be glad to give all they can, themselves."
Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Woodchuck saw that everybody was looking at them. And they at once emptied their pocket-books into their hats.
"What's his name? What's the poor boy's name?" a hoarse voice called. It was Mr. Crow who asked the question.
"That," said Peter Mink, "is something I do not care to tell to everybody."
And many people clapped their hands. They were beginning to have a better opinion of Peter Mink.
But old Mr. Crow only laughed loudly from his perch in the tree.
