THE SUMMIT OF THE YEARS 



model. The squirrel sprang up a near-by butternut- 

 tree, sat down on a limb, and had a good, long look. 

 "Very suspicious," he seemed to think; "maybe 

 they are fixing a trap for me"; and he deliberately 

 came down the tree and returned the way he had 

 come, spinning along the top of the wall, his long, 

 fine tail outlined by a narrow band of silver as he 

 sped off toward the woods. 



