36 The Story of Scr aggies 



for a few pinion nuts, after which I 

 wanted Fessor to play with me. Some- 

 times he was so busy with his "paper 

 scratching " that he would n't reply when 

 I chirped to him. Then I got right on 

 his paper, and hopped along between the 

 hand that held his blotter and the hand 

 with which he wrote, and there, right 

 under his very nose, and generally on 

 the spot where he wanted to write, 

 would stand and ask him why he did n't 

 play with me. Sometimes he gently 

 pushed me aside or lifted me out of his 

 way, but generally he smiled at me 

 and I did love to see him smile and 

 would let me perch on his fingers or go 

 through some antic or other, such as 

 carrying me around the room on the top 

 of his head, or holding me in his hand 

 and swinging me to and fro as if I were 



