VIII 

 CHATTERBOX'S MISTAKE 



/^ H E-atteratter-atter-chit-chee-e-e-e-e- 

 ^^ Who-o-o- Do-o-o-o- I see-e-e-e, under 

 my tre-e-e-e— 



The Chatterbox frisked frantically 

 about in the top of the old maple un- 

 der which I was sitting. 



It always made him angry even to 

 have me walk through the woods. I 

 never molested him, or even returned 

 the bad names that he called me, but this 

 part of the woods was his particular prop- 

 erty and all trespassing was forbidden on 

 his premises. The red rascal's domain 

 consisted of about an acre of beech and 

 maple woods at the edge of the forest, 

 and also included the apple orchard near 



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