Judge no one by his style of dress; Your ignorance you thus confess. - Blacky the Crow.

"Caw, caw, caw, caw." There was no need of looking to see who thatwas. Peter Rabbit knew without looking. Mrs. Quack knew withoutlooking. Just the same, both looked up. Just alighting in the top ofa tall tree was Blacky the Crow. "Caw, caw, caw, caw," he repeated,looking down at Peter and Mrs. Quack and Mr. Quack and the six youngQuacks. "I hope I am not interrupting any secret gossip."