MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



Now and then, as if to consider new tac- 

 tics, he halted; and it was during one of 

 these periods of meditation that I had my 

 first good look at him. I had often seen 

 coats of members of his family nailed on 

 stable-doors, or other advantageous drying- 

 places, and the little fellow's attitude, as he 

 fastened himself out on the screen, his 

 paws spread, his tail limp and hanging, 

 suggested a nail at each of his four corners. 

 But happily the points of attachment were 

 merely his own little claws, not iron nails or 

 tacks. Happily, also, he was safely lodged 

 in his skin, where I hope he will remain un- 

 til a gentle death, at the close of a long and 

 pleasant life, opens to him the doors of the 

 happy hunting ground. 



Red squirrels are no rarity in the grove; 



and the little fellows are on such a friendly 



footing with the inmates of the house in the 



grove that they often enter the upper 



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