One rainy night Peter Mink stopped at Black Creek; and calling loudly to Timothy Turtle he asked for a place to sleep.  
"You remember," he said, when Timothy drew himself upon the bank, "you told me that you would do something handsome for me some time. And now that I'm wet and tired I hope you can offer me a snug, dry spot in which to spend the night."
 
"What can you do to pay me?" asked Timothy Turtle. He never did anything for anybody without pay. "Can you saw wood?"p. 98
 
Now, Peter Mink would rather stay out in the rain forever than saw a single stick of wood. So he said:
 
"No, I can't!" just like that.
 
"Well, it's about time you learned," said Timothy Turtle.
 
Peter Mink was about to leave in disgust; and he was wondering what name he would call Timothy Turtle, when he was a little further away, when he noticed that Timothy had a thin book in his hand.
 
"What's that?" Peter asked.
 
"It's the Farmer's Almanac," said Timothy Turtle. "I've been looking through it; but my eyes are bad and I can't read."
 
Now that was quite true; for Timothy's eyes were bad—and he had never learned to read.
 
"I'll tell you what I'll do," Peter Mink announced. "If you'll give me a place top. 99 spend the night I'll read the Farmer's Almanac to you."
 
"Come right in!" Timothy Turtle cried, leading the way to a cozy nook beneath a big rock which was not far from the water. And Peter Mink was very glad to creep inside that comfortable shelter. He took the Almanac from Timothy Turtle and they both sat down.
 
Peter opened the book.
 
"I see," he said, "that it says the weather was fair to-day, but look out for a heavy rain to-night!"
 
Now, Timothy Turtle had not felt quite sure that Peter Mink knew how to read. But when he heard that he quickly changed his mind.
 
"That's exactly what's happened!" he exclaimed. And he was greatly pleased.
 
But the next moment he noticed that Peter Mink was holding the book upsidep. 100 down. Timothy could tell that because the picture of the man ploughing, on the cover, was upside down.
 
"You can't read!" he cried angrily. "You don't even know how to hold a book. You've got it bottom side up!"
 
But Peter Mink only smiled pleasantly at him.
 
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