The third I've forgotten about, though I've still got them all at home somewhere.

At the time, Dick Saunders and I laughed, and said the old mother crow had fetched her babies some playthings to keep them amused while she and her mate were off hunting grubs and corn and such crow food." "Well, all of which goes to prove that my little theory mightn't be so far fetched as you seemed to think in the beginning," said Hugh.

"I mean to look around closely the next time I drop in to see the Madame.
Perhaps if I picked up a tiny green feather that must have come from Pretty Poll, and on the table close to the case that holds the spoons, it might clinch matters." "Whew! I only hope you do!" declared Thad.

"I'd hate to learn that Owen had any hand in taking those spoons.

The sooner we find out the truth, the better for all concerned.