“I tell you——” began Girlie; but the Crow didn’t allow her to finish the sentence.
“It’s their voices they are so proud of,” he went on. “I suppose you’ve heard them sing, haven’t you?” he asked.
“GIRLIE KINDLY RAN TO HIS ASSISTANCE.”
“No, I haven’t,” said Girlie.
“Never heard a kettle sing?” asked the Crow in surprise.
“Oh, yes, I have,” said Girlie.
“I was going to say,” remarked the Crow, “why, I’ve known them to simply boil over with indignation when their singing hasn’t been properly appreciated. You might as well give me that handkerchief now,” he added, holding out his claw.
Girlie gave it to him and watched him while he rubbed away at his glasses, which he held in his beak.
“What do you use them for?” she asked presently.