"Thirteen," said the nice mouse school teacher.
"Thirteen in the winter," spoke the crow, "but I mean in summer."
"Six and seven are thirteen in summer just as in winter," said the lady mouse.
"Wrong," croaked the crow. "If you plant thirteen grains of corn in summer you'll get thirteen stalks, each with thirteen ears of corn on, and each ear has five hundred and sixty-three grains, and thirteen times thirteen times five hundred and sixty-three makes—how many does it make?" he asked of Uncle Wiggily suddenly.
"Oh, please stop!" cried the lady mouse school teacher; "you make my head ache."
"How much is one headache and two headaches?" asked the crow, who seemed quite curious.
"Stop! Stop!" cried Uncle Wiggily, as he took a bite out of the turnip steering wheel. "You will make the auto turn a somersault."
"How much," said the crow, "is one somersault and one peppersault added to a mustard plaster and divided by——"
"There you go!" suddenly cried Uncle Wiggily as the auto hit a stone and stopped. "You've made the plunkity-plunk bite the wizzie-wazzie!"
"Oh, dear!" cried the crow. "I knew something would happen!"