"Shall we take Crackie with us?" asked Noodle. Crackie, you remember, was the new little baby sister of the beaver boys. They had found her in a hollow stump. "Shall we take Crackie?" asked Noodle.
"Why, yes, I guess so," answered Toodle. "She'd like to come and have some fun."
So they swam back to the beaver house, dived down under water where the front door was (so no bad animals could get in without at least getting wet) and then Noodle called:
"Hi there, Crackie! Want to come with us?"
"Of course I do," answered Crackie, and then something sounded "Bango!"
"My goodness! What is that?" cried Mrs. Flat-tail, mother of the beaver children. "What did you break that time, Crackie?"
"Only the looking glass. Oh, dear!" answered the little baby beaver. "It's all cracked to pieces."
"Oh, Crackie!" cried Toodle, sadly like.
That's the reason her name was "Crackie," as I told you in the story before this one. The poor little girl did not mean to do it, but she was always cracking or breaking something. Some people are like that; aren't they?
"I—I was just looking in the glass to see if my hair ribbon was on straight," said Crackie, "when the mirror just fell out of my claws and broke!"