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BY<br /> +PRINCETON POLYCHROME PRESS</p> + +<p class="center">BINDING BY<br /> +A. HOROWITZ & SON</p> + +<p><br /></p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p class="center">FOR</p> + +<p class="center">MANY UNKNOWN LITTLE FRIENDS,</p> + +<p class="center">INCLUDING MONICA</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/8.jpg"><img src="./images/8-tb.jpg" alt="Timmy" title="Timmy" /></a></p> + + +<p>Once upon a time there was a little fat comfortable grey squirrel, called +Timmy Tiptoes. He had a nest thatched with leaves in the top of a tall +tree; and he had a little squirrel wife called Goody.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/11.jpg"><img src="./images/11-tb.jpg" alt="Goody" title="Goody" /></a></p> + +<p>Timmy Tiptoes sat out, enjoying the breeze; he whisked his tail and +chuckled—"Little wife Goody, the nuts are ripe; we must lay up a store +for winter and spring." Goody Tiptoes was busy pushing moss under the +thatch—"The nest is so snug, we shall be sound asleep all winter." "Then +we shall wake up all the thinner, when there is nothing to eat in +spring-time," replied prudent Timothy.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/12.jpg"><img src="./images/12-tb.jpg" alt="Working Alone" title="Working Alone" /></a></p> + +<p>When Timmy and Goody Tiptoes came to the nut thicket, they found other +squirrels were there already.</p> + +<p>Timmy took off his jacket and hung it on a twig; they worked away quietly +by themselves.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/15.jpg"><img src="./images/15-tb.jpg" alt="Storing Nuts in Hollows" title="Storing Nuts in Hollows" /></a></p> + +<p>Every day they made several journeys and picked quantities of nuts. They +carried them away in bags, and stored them in several hollow stumps near +the tree where they had built their nest.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/16.jpg"><img src="./images/16-tb.jpg" alt="Storing in a High Tree" title="Storing in a High Tree" /></a></p> + + +<p>When these stumps were full, they began to empty the bags into a hole high +up a tree, that had belonged to a wood-pecker; the nuts rattled +down—down—down inside.</p> + +<p>"How shall you ever get them out again? It is like a money-box!" said +Goody.</p> + +<p>"I shall be much thinner before spring-time, my love," said Timmy Tiptoes, +peeping into the hole.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/19.jpg"><img src="./images/19-tb.jpg" alt="Silvertail" title="Silvertail" /></a></p> + + +<p>They did collect quantities—because they did not lose them! Squirrels who +bury their nuts in the ground lose more than half, because they cannot +remember the place.</p> + +<p>The most forgetful squirrel in the wood was called Silvertail. He began to +dig, and he could not remember. And then he dug again and found some nuts +that did not belong to him; and there was a fight. And other squirrels +began to dig,—the whole wood was in commotion!</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/20.jpg"><img src="./images/20-tb.jpg" alt="A Bird Sings" title="A Bird Sings" /></a></p> + +<p>Unfortunately, just at this time a flock of little birds flew by, from +bush to bush, searching for green caterpillars and spiders. There were +several sorts of little birds, twittering different songs.</p> + +<p>The first one sang—"Who's bin digging-up <i>my</i> nuts? Who's-been-digging-up +<i>my</i> nuts?"</p> + +<p>And another sang—"Little bita bread and-<i>no</i>-cheese! Little bit-a-bread +an'-<i>no</i>-cheese!"</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/23.jpg"><img src="./images/23-tb.jpg" alt="Tying Bags of Nuts" title="Tying Bags of Nuts" /></a></p> + + +<p>The squirrels followed and listened. The first little bird flew into the +bush where Timmy and Goody Tiptoes were quietly tying up their bags, and +it sang—"Who's-bin digging-up <i>my</i> nuts? Who's been digging-up +<i>my</i>-nuts?"</p> + +<p>Timmy Tiptoes went on with his work without replying; indeed, the little +bird did not expect an answer. It was only singing its natural song, and +it meant nothing at all.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/24.jpg"><img src="./images/24-tb.jpg" alt="Chasing Timmy" title="Chasing Timmy" /></a></p> + +<p>But when the other squirrels heard that song, they rushed upon Timmy +Tiptoes and cuffed and scratched him, and upset his bag of nuts. The +innocent little bird which had caused all the mischief, flew away in a +fright!</p> + +<p>Timmy rolled over and over, and then turned tail and fled towards his +nest, followed by a crowd of squirrels shouting—"Who's-been digging-up +<i>my</i>-nuts?"</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/27.jpg"><img src="./images/27-tb.jpg" alt="Pushed Into the Hole" title="Pushed Into the Hole" /></a></p> + + +<p>They caught him and dragged him up the very same tree, where there was the +little round hole, and they pushed him in. The hole was much too small for +Timmy Tiptoes' figure. They squeezed him dreadfully, it was a wonder they +did not break his ribs. "We will leave him here till he confesses," said +Silvertail Squirrel, and he shouted into the hole—</p> + +<p>"Who's-been-digging-up <i>my</i>-nuts?"</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/28.jpg"><img src="./images/28-tb.jpg" alt="Lying on the Nuts" title="Lying on the Nuts" /></a></p> + +<p>Timmy Tiptoes made no reply; he had tumbled down inside the tree, upon +half a peck of nuts belonging to himself. He lay quite stunned and still.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/31.jpg"><img src="./images/31-tb.jpg" alt="Looking for Timmy" title="Looking for Timmy" /></a></p> + + +<p>Goody Tiptoes picked up the nut bags and went home. She made a cup of tea +for Timmy; but he didn't come and didn't come.</p> + +<p>Goody Tiptoes passed a lonely and unhappy night. Next morning she ventured +back to the nut-bushes to look for him; but the other unkind squirrels +drove her away.</p> + +<p>She wandered all over the wood, calling—</p> + +<p>"Timmy Tiptoes! Timmy Tiptoes! Oh, where is Timmy Tiptoes?"</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/32.jpg"><img src="./images/32-tb.jpg" alt="Tucked in Bed" title="Tucked in Bed" /></a></p> + +<p>In the meantime Timmy Tiptoes came to his senses. He found himself tucked +up in a little moss bed, very much in the dark, feeling sore; it seemed to +be under ground. Timmy coughed and groaned, because his ribs hurted him. +There was a chirpy noise, and a small striped Chipmunk appeared with a +night light, and hoped he felt better?</p> + +<p>It was most kind to Timmy Tiptoes; it lent him its night-cap; and the +house was full of provisions.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/35.jpg"><img src="./images/35-tb.jpg" alt="The Chipmunk" title="The Chipmunk" /></a></p> + +<p>The Chipmunk explained that it had rained nuts through the top of the +tree—"Besides, I found a few buried!" It laughed and chuckled when it +heard Timmy's story. While Timmy was confined to bed, it 'ticed him to eat +quantities—"But how shall I ever get out through that hole unless I thin +myself? My wife will be anxious!" "Just another nut—or two nuts; let me +crack them for you," said the Chipmunk. Timmy Tiptoes grew fatter and +fatter!</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/36.jpg"><img src="./images/36-tb.jpg" alt="Goody Gathers" title="Goody Gathers" /></a></p> + +<p>Now Goody Tiptoes had set to work again by herself. She did not put any +more nuts into the woodpecker's hole, because she had always doubted how +they could be got out again. She hid them under a tree root; they rattled +down, down, down. Once when Goody emptied an extra big bagful, there was a +decided squeak; and next time Goody brought another bagful, a little +striped Chipmunk scrambled out in a hurry.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/39.jpg"><img src="./images/39-tb.jpg" alt="Meeting Mrs. Hackee" title="Meeting Mrs. Hackee" /></a></p> + +<p>"It is getting perfectly full-up down-stairs; the sitting-room is full, +and they are rolling along the passage; and my husband, Chippy Hackee, has +run away and left me. What is the explanation of these showers of nuts?"</p> + +<p>"I am sure I beg your pardon; I did not know that anybody lived here," +said Mrs. Goody Tiptoes; "but where is Chippy Hackee? My husband, Timmy +Tiptoes, has run away too." "I know where Chippy is; a little bird told +me," said Mrs. Chippy Hackee.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/40.jpg"><img src="./images/40-tb.jpg" alt="Listening at the Hole" title="Listening at the Hole" /></a></p> + +<p>She led the way to the woodpecker's tree, and they listened at the hole.</p> + +<p>Down below there was a noise of nut crackers, and a fat squirrel voice and +a thin squirrel voice were singing together—</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"My little old man and I fell out,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">How shall we bring this matter about?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bring it about as well as you can,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And get you gone, you little old man!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/43.jpg"><img src="./images/43-tb.jpg" alt="Discussing What to Do" title="Discussing What to Do" /></a></p> + +<p>"You could squeeze in, through that little round hole," said Goody +Tiptoes. "Yes, I could," said the Chipmunk, "but my husband, Chippy +Hackee, bites!"</p> + +<p>Down below there was a noise of cracking nuts and nibbling; and then the +fat squirrel voice and the thin squirrel voice sang—</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"For the diddlum day</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Day diddle dum di!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Day diddle diddle dum day!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/44.jpg"><img src="./images/44-tb.jpg" alt="Timmy Sees Goody" title="Timmy Sees Goody" /></a></p> + + +<p>Then Goody peeped in at the hole, and called down—"Timmy Tiptoes! Oh fie, +Timmy Tiptoes!" And Timmy replied, "Is that you, Goody Tiptoes? Why, +certainly!"</p> + +<p>He came up and kissed Goody through the hole; but he was so fat that he +could not get out.</p> + +<p>Chippy Hackee was not too fat, but he did not want to come; he stayed down +below and chuckled.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/47.jpg"><img src="./images/47-tb.jpg" alt="Timmy Goes Home" title="Timmy Goes Home" /></a></p> + + +<p>And so it went on for a fortnight; till a big wind blew off the top of the +tree, and opened up the hole and let in the rain.</p> + +<p>Then Timmy Tiptoes came out, and went home with an umbrella.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/48.jpg"><img src="./images/48-tb.jpg" alt="Chippy Camps Out" title="Chippy Camps Out" /></a></p> + + +<p>But Chippy Hackee continued to camp out for another week, although it was +uncomfortable.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/51.jpg"><img src="./images/51-tb.jpg" alt="A Bear" title="A Bear" /></a></p> + + +<p>At last a large bear came walking through the wood. Perhaps he also was +looking for nuts; he seemed to be sniffing around.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/52.jpg"><img src="./images/52-tb.jpg" alt="A Bear Looks In" title="A Bear Looks In" /></a></p> + + +<p>Chippy Hackee went home in a hurry!</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/55.jpg"><img src="./images/55-tb.jpg" alt="Chippy's Cold" title="Chippy's Cold" /></a></p> + + +<p>And when Chippy Hackee got home, he found he had caught a cold in his +head; and he was more uncomfortable still.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/57.jpg"><img src="./images/57-tb.jpg" alt="Timmy Locks Store" title="Timmy Locks Store" /></a></p> + +<p>And now Timmy and Goody Tiptoes keep their nut-store fastened up with a +little padlock.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/58.jpg"><img src="./images/58-tb.jpg" alt="Bird Sings to Chipmunks" title="Bird Sings to Chipmunks" /></a></p> + + +<p>And whenever that little bird sees the Chipmunks, he +sings—"Who's-been-digging-up <i>my</i>-nuts? Who's been digging-up <i>my</i>-nuts?" +But nobody ever answers!</p> + + +<h2>THE END</h2> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14797 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + |