"A little too bright, sometimes," he ventured. "But he"ll have to be a good deal brighter to play any of his tricks on me."

"You think you"re enough for him?" Jasper inquired.

"Think?" cried Mr. Crow. "I _know_ I am. And though I hate to get any shoes in his shop, I"m afraid I shall have to just this once."

Later that day Mr. Crow went to the shoe-shop in the meadow. And Jimmy Rabbit was delighted to see him.

"Come right in!" he invited Mr. Crow. "I see you need some new shoes. And you"ve made no mistake in coming here for them."



"I hope not," Mr. Crow responded gruffly. He went inside the store and sat down. And Jimmy Rabbit knelt before him and measured one of his feet.

Now, Mr. Crow had enormous feet. Big feet had always run--or walked--in his family. And though he couldn"t any more help the size of his feet than the size of his bill, old Mr. Crow was very touchy in respect to them. He grew angry at once.

"What do you mean by measuring my feet?" he croaked. "I didn"t come here to be insulted, you know."

Jimmy Rabbit looked up at him mildly.

"I just wanted to find out how _small_ your feet are," he explained politely enough. "Sometimes people come here with feet so small that I can"t fit them. And when I looked at yours I was afraid that might be the case."

"Oh!" said Mr. Crow. The answer pleased him. "Show me the best pair of shoes you have," he ordered.

So Jimmy Rabbit began to search his shelves. To tell the truth, he was puzzled. He had no shoes big enough for Mr. Crow. But he did not dare tell the old gentleman that, because he knew Mr. Crow would be very angry.

At last Jimmy Rabbit found the biggest shoes in the place. And he showed them to Mr. Crow, who seemed much pleased.

"I"ll try them on," Mr. Crow said.

Jimmy Rabbit held out the shoes, hoping that Mr. Crow would take them.

But Mr. Crow had no such notion in his head.

"I mean, _you_ may try them on _me_" he added.

"You didn"t say that," Jimmy Rabbit reminded him.

"No further remarks are necessary," Mr. Crow screamed in a shrill voice.

And at that Jimmy Rabbit knelt before him once more and began to crowd one of Mr. Crow"s feet into one of the shoes.

Jimmy struggled for a long time without saying a word. But Mr. Crow said several words under his breath, for Jimmy was hurting him dreadfully.

There were two reasons for that. In the first place, the shoe was much too small for Mr. Crow. And in the second, Jimmy Rabbit was putting the left shoe on Mr. Crow"s right foot.

But neither of them knew that second reason.

XX

OLD SHOES FOR NEW

Old Mr. Crow was too proud to admit that the shoe Jimmy Rabbit was pulling upon his right foot was too small for him. But he would have objected, to be sure, had he known that it was the left shoe. He would have objected likewise when Jimmy crammed his left foot into the right shoe a few minutes later. But Mr. Crow only knew that his feet already ached.

"Now just stand on them!" Jimmy Rabbit said at last.

And Mr. Crow stood up.

"Now walk a bit," the shoe merchant continued.

But Mr. Crow could not walk. He _hobbled_ a short distance. And then he sank down with a groan.

"They don"t hurt you, do they?" Jimmy Rabbit asked him.

And Mr. Crow shook his head. He thought he could do that truthfully. What he felt was far worse than a mere _hurt_. It was _torture_--that was certainly what it was.

Of course Jimmy Rabbit knew what the trouble was--or part of it, at least. He knew that Mr. Crow"s toes were doubled up inside the shoes. And it was on the tip of his tongue to suggest to Mr. Crow that he have his toes cut off. But a better way soon occurred to Jimmy Rabbit.

"I know you"ll find these shoes very comfortable--after they"re finished," he told Mr. Crow.

"Finished!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "Do you mean to say they"re only partly made?"

"There"s just one more thing to do to them," Jimmy Rabbit explained. "The holes haven"t been cut in them yet."

"Holes!" said Mr. Crow. "What holes?"

"Why, the holes for your toes, of course!" Jimmy Rabbit answered.

"Maybe you didn"t know that shoes are to be worn like that this summer.

It makes them much cooler in hot weather."

Well, Mr. Crow liked the idea. He said so, too. He certainly couldn"t wear the shoes as they were. And if everybody else was going to wear shoes with toe-holes, he didn"t want to be behind the times. But he hadn"t seen anybody with shoes made after that fashion. And he told Jimmy Rabbit as much.

"Ah!" said Jimmy Rabbit. "Quite true! You"ll be the first in Pleasant Valley, Mr. Crow. You"ll set the fashion, instead of following it. Better be first than last, you know!"

Old Mr. Crow agreed to that. So he let Jimmy Rabbit cut as many holes in the shoes as he had toes--that made four holes in each shoe.

And then Mr. Crow thrust his toes through the holes. To his great delight he could walk with ease and comfort. And he was about to leave the store when Jimmy Rabbit stopped him.

"Haven"t you forgotten something?" he asked.

"I don"t think so," Mr. Crow replied.

"Yes, you have!" Jimmy Rabbit insisted. "You"ve forgotten your bill!"

Mr. Crow looked at him in amazement. And then he felt of his face.

"None of your tricks, young man!" he cried. "My bill is right where it belongs. How _could_ I forget it, I should like to know?"

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