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30 Chit-Chat by Puck.
grew the finest nuts, so that there was every reason
to think that the squirrel had excellent prospects of
making his way in the world and living comfortably.
But the squirrel himself did not think so, and it
really cut him to the heart when sometimes he saw
another squirrel coming to the hazel-wood to gather
bunches of nuts there. Then he set to work to
scare away the intruder, for he was determined to
possess the nuts all to himself.
From the moment that the squirrel had left his
parents, who lived on the other side of the wood,
he had begun collecting stores of his own. Every-
thing that he thought of any value whatever, he
picked up and hid in the trunk of the old oak tree.
“You are preparing for housekeeping, I per-
ceive,” chirped a little robin, who was sitting on
a small twig of the tree, cocking his head on one
side, and contemplating the ceaseless work of the
squirrel.
“Oh, dear the, no; it won’t be sufficient even
for myself,” sighed the impudent little hypocrite of
a squirrel. “Really, I haven’t been able to gather
enough to suffice for one single day.”
“Qh, come now, you have got heaps down in
the hollow,” said the little robin, winking his eye
knowingly.
“’Tis not true!” remonstrated the squirrel, in a
passion. “I possess nothing. And if you spread
any such rumour about me, I’ll just bite your head
off, when I get hold of you.”
“Don’t flurry yourself, neighbour. I merely
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