. St. Nicholas [serial]. ould bethat squirrel ? — the nuts in the candy, youknow ? But Miss Anne thought not. The noisesin the attic — that could not be a are wire screens in the windows — hecould not possibly get in. Could nt he ? That same afternoon, as Miss CHICKAREE. I083 Anne crossed the yard, she saw the squirrel, witha nut in his mouth, spring from the fence to thelow shed roof, then to the house roof, and sud-denly vanish under the eaves. And, lookingwith all her eyes, she spied a small round hole. The mystery was explained: this was thecandy thief and the rat that dance
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ould bethat squirrel ? — the nuts in the candy, youknow ? But Miss Anne thought not. The noisesin the attic — that could not be a are wire screens in the windows — hecould not possibly get in. Could nt he ? That same afternoon, as Miss CHICKAREE. I083 Anne crossed the yard, she saw the squirrel, witha nut in his mouth, spring from the fence to thelow shed roof, then to the house roof, and sud-denly vanish under the eaves. And, lookingwith all her eyes, she spied a small round hole. The mystery was explained: this was thecandy thief and the rat that danced jigs inthe garret night after night! John said he would bring his gun and shootthe rascal as soon as he popped out of the hole. But the ladies would not hear of it. Shootlittle Bright-eyes ? No, indeed! He had workedso hard, laying up his winter store. As longas he was nt rats Miss Anne was sure shewould not mind the noise, and, besides, did ntsquirrels sleep all winter ? That evening she read up squirrels in the. HE DID SLEEP A GREAT DEAL encyclopedia, and finding the name chickaree,she declared, That shall be our squirrels name,and he shall stay as long as he cares to. So Chickaree stayed; and a fine winter hepassed. He did sleep a great deal, but wokeup to nibble his nuts and explore the in a while, just for fun, he would ventureout of doors, and the ladies saw him scuddingover the snow-crust. But the greater part ofthe time he spent curled up in his nest. Whata nest it was, to be sure— the very middle of a feather-bed! Miss Sally had tied that bedcarefully in a sheet and hung it from a peg inthe garret; but Chickaree had climbed up,peeped into the folds, and made up his mindat once that that was the bed for him. When spring came the feather-bed began tolose its charm. Chickaree became very wide-awake, spending his time in racing about theattic, prying into boxes and staring at him-self in an old mirror. He wondered who thatbushy-tailed fellow could be
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