Of course Timothy Turtle was glad that Johnnie Green was gone. But he was far from happy, lying helpless on his back on the bank of Black .  
He told Mr. Crow that he hoped Johnnie would forget to come back again—a remark which made old Mr. Crow laugh. Being very wise, he saw at once that Timothy Turtle knew next to nothing about boys.
 
"I should think," Mr. Crow told Timothy, "you'd want Johnnie Green to return."
 
"Why?" Timothy snapped out his questionp. 71 in an angry tone, as he lay there upside down and stared at old Mr. Crow, who sat in a tree near-by.
 
"Well," Mr. Crow answered, "who'll set you on your feet again if he doesn't?"
 
"Don't you worry about me!" Timothy Turtle . "I'll right myself as soon as there's a freshet. If there's a big enough rain the creek will rise as high as I am now. And nobody could keep me on my back in the water."
 
Old Mr. Crow actually snickered.
 
"You might have to wait till next spring for a freshet," he said cheerfully. "And what would you eat meanwhile?"
 
Having had a meal of fish just before leaving the creek, Timothy Turtle hadn't once thought of eating. And naturally Mr. Crow's question troubled him. So he frowned frightfully. And he snapped his hooked together, for hep. 72 had to take something in his jaws and bite it, if it was no more than the air.
 
"I suppose"—Mr. Crow remarked—"I suppose you would call that taking the air, eh?" And there was a merry twinkle in his eye.
 
"Go away!" Timothy Turtle .
 
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