e who looked as if they would like to leave, too. And he knew that there was no time to lose.
"I see one gentleman leaving," Peter Mink said in a loud voice. "I hope no more will go--unless, of course, they're so stingy that they wouldn't care to give a little something to help this poor boy I've been telling you about."
After that, nobody wanted to leave, because nobody wanted to be thought stingy.
"I appoint Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Woodchuck to take up a collection for this poor boy," Peter Mink said. "And I've no doubt that they will be glad to give all they can, themselves."
Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Woodchuck saw that everybody was looking at them. And they at once emptied their pocket-books into their hats.
"What's his name? What's the poor boy's name?" a hoarse voice called. It was Mr. Crow who asked the question.
"That," said Peter Mink, "is something I do not care to tell to everybody."
And many people clapped their hands. They were beginning to have a be