“‘NOW LET’S GO TO SLEEP.’”
Girlie felt very glad that he had not found it necessary to do so, and civilly asked him what he wanted.
“Well, you see,” he said, “my spectacles have got very dull, and I thought that, perhaps, you wouldn’t mind lending me your handkerchief to polish them up with.
“Oh! certainly, with pleasure,” said Girlie amiably. “I wonder how he keeps them on?” she thought. “I’ve never heard of a bird wearing glasses before.”
But by this time she had got so used to strange things happening, that she was scarcely surprised at anything.
“Thanks,” said the Crow, “bring it up here, please.”
“How can I?” said Girlie. “I can’t climb right up there.”
“Of course not,” replied the Crow; “you must fly up.”
“How absurd!” laughed Girlie. “I can’t fly, I’ve no wings.”
“Can’t fly!” repeated the Crow in a tone of surprise, gazing curiously down at her. “Why, then, you must be a pig,” he said decidedly, after a minute or two.