Chapter XVIII 
THE SQUIRREL: A Friendly Robber 
“Mother, isn’t it time to eat yet?” 
Ginger and Buck Blair kept teasing. The family 
had gone for a picnic in the wild woods, resting again 
from car travel, and had left the lunch in a big basket 
hanging on a tree limb while they were hiking. At 
length Mother admitted that it was time for lunch. 
But when they returned and took the basket down. 
Mother found a surprise. 
“Why, look here!” she exclaimed. “Someone has 
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