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The two chipmunks in the wall were now seven, 

 the young ones quite as large as their parents, and 

 both young and old on the best of terms with me. 



I had put a little stick beside each of the three 

 big berries that were reddening first (though I could 

 have walked from the house blindfolded and picked 

 them). I might have had the biggest of the three on 

 June 7th, but for the sake of the flavor I thought it 

 best to wait another day. On the 8th I went down 

 with a box to get it. The big berry was gone, and so 

 was one of the others, while only half of the third 

 was left on the vine ! 



Gardening has its disappointments, its seasons of 

 despair, and wrath, too. Had a toad showed him- 

 self at that moment he would have fared badly. I 

 snatched a stone and let it go at a robin flying over, 

 for more than likely it was he who had stolen my 

 berries. On the garden wall sat a friendly chipmunk 

 eyeing me sympathetically. 



Three day slater several fine berries were ripe. On 

 my way to the garden I passed the chipmunks in the 

 orchard. A shining red spot among the vine-covered 

 stones of their wall brought me to a stop, for I 

 thought, on the instant, that it was my rose-breasted 



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