Maurice's white face slowly expanded in a grin. He glanced in the direction of his mother, then held out his hand to the crow with a lowspoken, "Come Croaker, ol' feller.",
"Gee! how am I to know; it's right here somewheres, though.",
"And you mean to tell me that she hatches the egg laid by the mean, bad black bird, Billy?".
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