ALONE IN A ROOM FULL OF RATS 31 



There were four pockets in the trousers and each 

 pocket contained a flying squirrel nest. That night 

 the maid put 



PEPPER AN EIGHTH OF AN INCH DEEP OVER ALL 

 THE RUNWAYS 



frequented by the squirrels, but the only effect was 

 to make the little imps keep us awake with their 

 high-keyed sneezing. 



A SNOW-WHITE FLYING SQUIRREL 



One afternoon while sitting on my front piazza 

 in Flushing, I noticed that the people passing 

 seemed to be interested in some object on one of 

 the large maple trees in front of the house. At 

 last my curiosity was so much excited that I got up 

 and went out on the street to investigate and dis- 

 covered a couple of flying squirrels scampering up 

 and down a tree trunk. Flying squirrels are, how- 

 ever, too common among the shade trees of old 

 Flushing to cause much attention, that is, ordinary, 

 every-day flying squirrels, but while one of these 

 was of this sort the other was as white as the 

 driven snow, and had pink eyes. The two squir- 

 rels played among the trees all that afternoon 

 from about five o'clock until after dark. They 

 would sail from the top of one tree diagonally 

 across the street to the trunk of another tree, run 

 up that and launch themselves into the air for a 

 long tobogganing slide down that thin substance 



