"Hullo, who is that?" asked Smaly and Redy together.
"It's I," replied the Mother of the Crow.
Peering about them they discovered her where she had been left forgotten under the table, still sitting in her oyster-shell.
"I'm cold," she said again.
"What can we do for you?" exclaimed Redy pityingly.
"Yes, how can we help?" asked Smaly.
"Take me back to my tree of coral."
"They won't let us go out of here," exclaimed Redy and Smaly.
"Then put the Tea-Cosy over me," suggested the poor old Mother of the Crow, whose teeth were chattering in her beak.
And so it was done.