“Dear Caw Caw:
I will try to be good and I won’t tease to know what the surprise is. I hope it is candy or ice cream or something new to play with The Magic Book. If I thought you could do it, I’d wish that you’d put Mother and Henry and Katherine on a magic carpet like the one in The Arabian Nights Entertainment. But it’s no use to ask that for Henry has to go to school and Mother couldn’t come away and leave Katherine.
Lovingly your little girl,
Jimsi.
P. S.
Aunt Phoebe mustn’t think I’m homesick but I’d love to see Mother and Henry and Katherine ever so much!”
Then, having mailed this letter in the crow mail-box, Jimsi put on her cloak and cap and rubbers and went over to see Joyce. Joyce had her workbasket out and she had some bits of linen in her lap.
“Hello, Jimsi,” she greeted. “I was just wishing for you frightfully hard. The crow told me to hunt for a new amusement in the Magic Book and I found something I’m just wild to try. I think it’s going to go splendidly!”
“What is it?” Jimsi inquired. “Scrap-pictures?”
“No, not scrap-pictures! It’s nicer than scrap-pictures! Scrap-pictures aren’t anything!”
“Well, I can’t guess it,” declared Jimsi. “The crow wanted me to find something in my Magic Book, but I looked and looked and couldn’t find anything but scrap-pictures. Maybe your book is better than mine. The papers that are in your book and my book are quite different.”