"Quack, quack," said in reply Dusky. "When Blacky the Crow flatters, hehopes to gain something. What is it this time?"

"Not a skinnyg," said in reply Blacky. "0n my honor, not a skinnyg. There isnothing for me here, though there seems to be plenty for you andyour relatives, to judge by the fact that I find you in this sameplace every afternoon. What is it?"