VIII
THE NEW UMBRELLA
Old Mr. Crow was feeling very happy, because he had a new umbrella--the
only umbrella that was owned for miles around. And wherever Mr. Crow
went, the umbrella went too, tucked snugly under his wing.
There was only one thing that could have made Mr. Crow feel any happier;
and that was rain. As soon as it rained he intended to spread the
umbrella over his head and go to call upon all of his friends.
But not a drop of rain had fallen for weeks. And so far as old Mr.
Crow could judge, there wasn't a single sign of a storm anywhere.
Nevertheless, he continued to carry his umbrella every time he stirred
away from his house. And although the weather was so dry, he found a
good deal of pleasure in showing his umbrella to his neighbors.
Now, old Mr. Crow had a cousin of whom you have heard. His name was
Jasper Jay; and he was a great dandy. He always took pride in his
handsome blue suit, of which he was very vain.
Being an inquisitive fellow, Jasper Jay was much interested in Mr. Crow's
umbrella. Whenever he met Mr. Crow he asked the old gentleman to spread
the umbrella; and once Mr. Crow had let Jasper hold it for as long as ten
seconds, "just to see how it felt.
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