CORBIE 



^'Kah! Kah! Kah!" he called from sun-up to sun-down. 



sun-down, keeping the Brown-eyed Boy and the Blue- 

 eyed Girl busy digging earthworms and cutworms and 

 white grubs, and soaking bread in milk for him. " Gub- 

 ble-gubble-gubble/' he said as he swallowed it — it was 

 all so very good. 



The joke of it was that Corbie, even then, had a secret 

 — his first one. He had many later on. But the very 

 first one seems the most wonderful, somehow. Yes, he 

 could feed himself long before he let his foster brother 

 and sister know it; and I think, had he been a wild crow 

 instead of a tame one, he would have fooled his own 

 father and mother the same way — the little rascal. 



No one would think, to see him with beak up and open, 

 and with fluttering wings held out from his sides, that 



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