CROW'S NEW COAT
XVI A TIGHT FIT
XVII THE STRANGE BUTTONS
XVIII AN UNLUCKY NUMBER
XIX THE SHOE-STORE
XX OLD SHOES FOR NEW
XXI THE CROW CAUCUS
XXII THE TEST
XXIII THE WHITE FLAG
I
THE OUTLAW
A good many of the forest-people claimed that old Mr. Crow was an
outlaw. They said he was always roving about, robbing Farmer Green of
his corn and his chickens, and digging up the potatoes when they shot
their sprouts above the surface of the potato-patch. And everybody was
aware that the old gentleman stole eggs from the nests of his smaller
neighbors. It was even whispered that Mr. Crow had been known to devour
baby robins.
But perhaps some of the things said of him were not true. Though if he
really was an outlaw he seemed to enjoy being one. He usually laughed
whenever Johnnie Green or his father tried to catch him, or when they
attempted to frighten him. And on the whole he was quite the boldest,
noisiest, and most impertinent of all the creatures that lived in
Pleasant Valley.
His house stood in a tall elm, not too far from the cornfield. And those
that dwelt near him never could complain that the neighborhood was
quiet.
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