“He could pretend to in a crow letter,” answered Aunt Phoebe demurely. “Henry, if you don’t look out, you won’t get any new crow letters. If you don’t want to believe in my nice, old, stuffed black crow, Caw Caw, give me back all your splendid scrapbooks that he told you how to make.”
“Oh, I believe in make-believe,” Henry laughed. “But, Aunt Phoebe, it’s so funny! The idea of crow’s hugging Katherine with his two claws! Oh, oh! How could he stand?”
“He might sit on his tail and do it,” answered Aunt Phoebe. “Crows don’t usually sit on their tail, but Caw Caw might. He’s pretend.”
“Caw Caw’s all right,” declared Jimsi. “I think he can do most anything. He’s the cleverest crow that ever, ever was. There never could be another like him, I know!”
“Think of The Happy Shop and all the fun of the Magic Book!” smiled Mother.
“Dear Aunt Phoebe,” beamed Henry. “Please, I do want another crow letter. Tell crow to write soon!”
But Aunt Phoebe shook her finger at Henry. “Naughty,” said she. “The next crow letter shall go to somebody else, not you!” She smiled.
By that time breakfast was over and the children rushed off to The Happy Shop to find the Magic Book and try the new crow play for little Katherine.