Brownie Beaver was delighted. And when Mr. Crow asked him what day he
wanted his newspaper Brownie said that Saturday afternoon would be a
good time.

"That's the last day of the week," Brownie Beaver remarked, "so you
ought to have plenty of news for me. You know, if you came the first
day of the week there would be very little to tell."

"That's so!" said Mr. Crow. "Well say 'Saturday,' then. And you shall
have your newspaper without fail--unless," he explained--"unless there
should be a bad storm, or unless I should be ill. And, of course, if
Farmer Green should want me to help him in his cornfield, I wouldn't
be able to come. There might be other things, too, to keep me at home,
which I can't think of just now," said Mr. Crow.

Again Brownie Beaver looked a bit doubtful.

"I hope you'll try to be regular," he told Mr. Crow. "When a person
takes a newspaper he doesn't like to be disappointed, you know."

Old Mr. Crow said that he hoped nothing would prevent his coming to
Brownie's house every Saturday afternoon.

"There's only one more thing I can think of," he croaked, "that would
make it impossible for me to be here. And that is if I should lose
count of the days of the week or have to see a baseball game or fly
south for the winter."

"But that's _three_ things, instead of only _one_," Brownie Beaver
objected.