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-<br />1924</span></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-jay-makes-a-fuss">Sammy Jay Makes a Fuss</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#a-bitter-disappointment">A Bitter Disappointment</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-vanity-of-sammy-jay">The Vanity of Sammy Jay</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-jay-gets-even-with-peter-rabbit">Sammy Jay Gets Even with Peter Rabbit</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#black-pussy-almost-catches-a-good-breakfast">Black Pussy Almost Catches a Good Breakfast</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-works-hard">Chatterer Works Hard</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-studies-a-way-to-get-farmer-brown-s-corn">Chatterer Studies a Way to Get Farmer Brown's Corn</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-frightens-sammy-jay">Chatterer Frightens Sammy Jay</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-jay-tells-his-troubles-to-reddy-fox">Sammy Jay Tells His Troubles to Reddy Fox</a></p>
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-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-jay-spoils-the-plan-of-reddy-fox">Sammy Jay Spoils the Plan of Reddy Fox</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-and-sammy-jay-quarrel">Chatterer and Sammy Jay Quarrel</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-and-sammy-jay-make-up">Chatterer and Sammy Jay Make Up</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-has-to-keep-his-promise">Chatterer Has to Keep His Promise</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-gets-sammy-jay-some-corn">Chatterer Gets Sammy Jay Some Corn</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-remembers-something">Chatterer Remembers Something</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-jay-makes-a-call">Sammy Jay Makes a Call</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-has-a-dreadful-day">Chatterer Has a Dreadful Day</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-hits-on-a-plan-at-last">Chatterer Hits on a Plan at Last</a></p>
-</li>
-<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-has-his-turn-to-laugh">Chatterer Has His Turn to Laugh</a></p>
-</li>
-</ol>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#matter-enough-reddy-fox-matter-enough-snapped-sammy-jay">"Matter enough, Reddy Fox!  Matter enough!" snapped
-Sammy Jay</a><span> . . . </span><em class="italics">Frontispiece</em><span> (missing from book)  (Page </span><a class="reference internal" href="#id1">60</a><span>)</span></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><a class="reference internal" href="#i-ll-get-even-with-you-peter-rabbit">"I'll get even with you, Peter Rabbit!"</a><span> (missing from book)</span></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><a class="reference internal" href="#farmer-brown-s-boy-didn-t-even-look-towards-him">Farmer Brown's boy didn't even look towards him</a></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><a class="reference internal" href="#no-o-o-replied-chatterer-slowly">"No-o-o," replied Chatterer slowly</a></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-flew-straight-over-to-where-blacky-was-sitting">Sammy flew straight over to where Blacky was sitting</a></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-gave-a-little-gasp-of-fright">Chatterer gave a little gasp of fright</a></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="sammy-jay-makes-a-fuss"><span class="bold x-large">THE ADVENTURES OF
-<br />SAMMY JAY</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">I</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">SAMMY JAY MAKES A FUSS</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Sammy Jay doesn't mind the cold
-of winter.  Indeed, he rather likes
-it.  Under his handsome coat of
-blue, trimmed with white, he wears a
-warm silky suit of underwear, and he
-laughs at rough Brother North Wind
-and his cousin, Jack Frost.  But still he
-doesn't like the winter as well as he
-does the warmer seasons because—well,
-because he is a lazy fellow and doesn't
-like to work for a living any harder
-than he has to, and in the winter
-it isn't so easy to get something to eat.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>And there is another reason why
-Sammy Jay doesn't like the winter as
-well as the other seasons.  What do you
-think it is?  It isn't a nice reason at all.
-No, Sir, it isn't a nice reason at all.  It
-is because it isn't so easy to stir up
-trouble.  Somehow, Sammy Jay never
-seems really happy unless he is stirring
-up trouble for some one else.  He just
-delights in tormenting other little
-people of the Green Meadows and the
-Green Forest.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Dear, dear, it is a dreadful thing to
-say, but Sammy Jay is bold and bad.
-He steals!  Yes, Sir, Sammy Jay steals
-whenever he gets a chance.  He had
-rather steal a breakfast any time than
-get it honestly.  Now people who steal
-usually are very sly.  Sammy Jay is sly.
-Indeed, he is one of the slyest of all the
-little people who live in the Green
-Forest.  Instead of spending his time
-honestly hunting for his meals, he spends
-most of it watching his neighbors to find
-out where they have their store-houses,
-so that he can help himself when their
-backs are turned.  He slips through the
-Green Forest as still as still can be,
-hiding in the thick tree-tops and behind
-the trunks of big trees, and peering out
-with those sharp eyes of his at his
-neighbors.  Whenever he is discovered,
-he always pretends to be very busy
-about his own business, and very much
-surprised to find any one is near.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>It was in this way that he had
-discovered one of the store-houses of
-Chatterer the Red Squirrel.  He didn't let
-Chatterer know that he had discovered
-it.  Oh, my, no!  He didn't even go near
-it again for a long time.  But he didn't
-forget it.  Sammy Jay never forgets
-things of that kind, never!  He thought
-of it often and often.  When he did, he
-would say to himself:</span></p>
-<blockquote>
-<div>
-<div class="line-block outermost">
-<div class="line"><span>"Sometime when the snow is deep</span></div>
-<div class="line"><span>And Chatterer is fast asleep,</span></div>
-<div class="line"><span>When Mother Nature is unkind</span></div>
-<div class="line"><span>And things to eat are hard to find,</span></div>
-<div class="line"><span>I'll help myself and fly away</span></div>
-<div class="line"><span>To steal again some other day."</span></div>
-<div class="line"> </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</blockquote>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>The snow was deep now, and things
-to eat were hard to find, but Chatterer
-the Red Squirrel wasn't asleep.  No,
-indeed!  Chatterer seemed to like the
-cold weather and was as frisky and spry
-as ever he is.  And he never went very
-far away from that store-house.
-Sammy Jay watched and watched, but
-never once did he get a chance to
-steal the sweet acorns that he had
-seen Chatterer store away in the fall.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"H-m-m!" said Sammy Jay to himself,
-"I must do something to get
-Chatterer away from his store-house."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>For a long time Sammy Jay sat in the
-top of a tall, dark pine-tree, thinking
-and thinking.  Then his sharp eyes
-twinkled with a look of great cunning,
-and he chuckled.  It was a naughty
-chuckle.  Away he flew to a very thick
-spruce-tree some distance away in the
-Green Forest, but where Chatterer the
-Red Squirrel could hear him.  There
-Sammy Jay began to make a great fuss.
-He screamed and screeched as only he
-can.  Pretty soon, just as he expected,
-he saw Chatterer the Red Squirrel
-hurrying over to see what the fuss was all
-about.  Sammy Jay slipped out of the
-other side of the spruce-tree and
-without a sound hurried over to Chatterer's
-store-house.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="a-bitter-disappointment"><span class="bold large">II</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">A BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>As he flew through the Green
-Forest, Sammy Jay chuckled and
-chuckled to himself.  It wasn't
-a good chuckle to hear.  It was the kind
-of chuckle that only folks who are
-doing wrong, and think they are smart
-because they are doing wrong, use.
-Sammy Jay thought that he was smart,
-very smart indeed.  He had screamed
-and shrieked and made a great fuss
-over nothing at all until Chatterer the
-Red Squirrel had come hurrying over
-to find out what it all meant.  Then
-Sammy Jay had slipped away unseen
-and come straight to the store-house of
-Chatterer the Red Squirrel.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>This particular store-house had once been
-the home of Blacky the Crow.  When Blacky
-deserted it for a new home, Chatterer had
-taken it for a store-house.  He had roofed
-it over, and all through the pleasant fall
-he had stored away nuts and acorns in it.
-Sammy Jay had watched him.  He had seen those
-sweet acorns and nuts put there, and he had
-never forgotten them.  Now, with the snow
-deep on the ground, the easiest way to get
-a good meal that he knew of was to steal
-some of those very acorns.  So he chuckled
-as he pulled apart the roof of Chatterer's
-store-house in search of those acorns.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now Chatterer the Red Squirrel is quite as
-smart as Sammy Jay.  Indeed, he is very much
-like Sammy Jay, for he is a mischief-maker
-and a thief himself.  So, because people
-who do wrong always are on the watch for
-others to do wrong, Chatterer the Red
-Squirrel had kept his sharp eyes wide
-open all the time he had been filling his
-store-house in the fall, and he had spied
-Sammy Jay's smart blue coat when Sammy
-had thought himself nicely hidden.
-Chatterer had known what Sammy Jay was
-hiding there for.  His sharp eyes snapped,
-but he went right on filling his store-house
-just the same.  Then, just as soon as he
-was sure that Sammy Jay had gone away,
-Chatterer had taken out every one of the
-sweet acorns and put them in another
-store-house inside a hollow tree.  He had
-left nothing but hickory nuts, for he
-knew that these are too hard for Sammy
-Jay to crack.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>But Sammy Jay didn't know anything about
-this, and so now, as he broke his way into
-the store-house, he chuckled greedily.
-Pretty soon he had a hole big enough to
-stick his head in,
-and his mouth watered as he reached in
-for a sweet acorn.  All he could find
-were hard hickory nuts.  What did it
-mean?  In a great rage, Sammy Jay
-began to tear the store-house to pieces.
-There must be some sweet acorns there
-somewhere!  Hadn't he seen Chatterer
-put them there?  He forgot that he was
-stealing.  He forgot everything except
-his disappointment, and the more he
-thought of this, the angrier he grew.
-He would have pulled the store-house
-all to pieces, if Chatterer himself hadn't
-come home.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy Jay had just stopped for
-breath when he heard the rattle of claws
-on the bark of the tree.  He knew what
-that meant, and he didn't wait to look
-down.  He just spread his blue wings
-and with a scream of rage flew over to
-the next tree.  Then such a dreadful
-noise as there was in the Green Forest!</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Robber!" screamed Chatterer the
-Red Squirrel, dancing up and down
-with anger.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Thief yourself!" screamed Sammy Jay.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>It was a dreadful quarrel, and all the
-little forest people who were within
-hearing stopped their ears.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="the-vanity-of-sammy-jay"><span class="bold large">III</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">THE VANITY OF SAMMY JAY</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>When Sammy Jay isn't planning
-mischief, or sticking his
-bill into the affairs of other
-folks with which he has no concern, or
-trying to frighten some one bigger than
-himself or scare some one smaller than
-himself, he spends a great deal of his
-time admiring his fine clothes and
-thinking what a handsome fellow he is.
-And he is a handsome fellow.  Even
-Chatterer the Red Squirrel, who is
-always quarreling with him, admits that
-Sammy Jay is a handsome fellow.  He
-carries himself proudly when he thinks
-any one is looking.  His shape is very
-trim and neat, and he is a very smart
-looking fellow indeed.  And his coat!
-Was there ever such a coat before?  It
-seems as if Old Mother Nature must
-have cut off a little piece of the sky
-when it was bluest on a summer day to
-make Sammy Jay's coat, and that she
-must have taken a tiny strip from the
-whitest cloud to trim it with.  And then
-she gave him a smart cap and a black
-collar and a waistcoat of just the softest
-grayish-white, that shows off his blue
-coat best.  Old Mother Nature certainly
-was feeling very good indeed when she
-planned Sammy Jay's clothes.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now Sammy Jay knows just how
-handsome he is.  If you should ask him,
-and he would condescend to talk to you
-at all, which he probably wouldn't do,
-he would tell you that he is the
-handsomest fellow in the world.  Of course
-this isn't true, but Sammy Jay thinks it
-is.  And so Sammy Jay is very fond of
-showing off his fine clothes and making
-fun of other people who are not so finely
-dressed.  He spends a great deal of
-time in caring for his beautiful coat and
-in admiring himself whenever he can
-see his reflection in a little pool of water.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now Peter Rabbit isn't the least bit
-like Sammy Jay.  He doesn't think
-about his clothes at all.  Indeed, Peter
-thinks so little about his clothes that it
-doesn't trouble him a bit to wear a
-white patch on the seat of his trousers.
-And Peter dearly loves to make fun of
-Sammy Jay.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>So it tickled Peter immensely one day
-to find Sammy Jay admiring himself.
-Peter had come up through the Green
-Forest without making a sound, for
-with the snow covering the ground,
-there were no dead leaves to rustle.  As
-usual, his long ears were cocked up to
-catch every sound.  Suddenly Peter
-stopped.  He had heard Sammy Jay's
-voice, and by the sound, Peter knew
-that Sammy was talking to himself.
-Very, very softly Peter stole forward
-and hid where he could see Sammy Jay
-in a big pine-tree.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I've got the handsomest coat in all
-the Green Forest!" said Sammy Jay,
-stretching one of his wings out and
-cocking his head on one side to admire
-it.  "And where else is such a beautiful
-tail to be found?"  He spread his tail
-so that a ray of sunshine would fall on
-it.  It certainly was very beautiful, as
-blue as the sky, with a little band of
-white across the tip and little bars of
-black across the outer sides.  Even
-Peter Rabbit, with his nose turned up in
-scorn, had to admit to himself that it
-certainly was a handsome tail.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm so glad it's mine!" sighed
-Sammy Jay.  "It must be dreadful not
-to be handsome."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Peter Rabbit could keep still no
-longer.  "It's a good thing you admire
-yourself, Sammy Jay, because no one
-else does!" he shouted.</span></p>
-<blockquote>
-<div>
-<div class="line-block outermost">
-<div class="line"><span>"Handsome is as it may do!</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>Don't forget that, Sammy Jay.</span></div>
-</div>
-<div class="line"><span>Underneath that coat of blue</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>Is a black heart, Sammy Jay.</span></div>
-</div>
-<div class="line"><span>Everybody near and far</span></div>
-<div class="line"><span>Knows you for just what you are—</span></div>
-<div class="line"><span>Of all mischief-makers chief.</span></div>
-<div class="line"><span>Handsome clothes won't hide a thief."</span></div>
-<div class="line"> </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</blockquote>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Sammy Jay flew into a rage, but
-when he opened his mouth to call Peter
-names, all he could say was "Thief! thief! thief!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"What did I tell you?" said Peter
-Rabbit, grinning.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="sammy-jay-gets-even-with-peter-rabbit"><span class="bold large">IV</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">SAMMY JAY GETS EVEN WITH PETER RABBIT</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>"I'll get even with you, Peter
-Rabbit!  I'll get even with you!"  Sammy
-Jay fairly hopped up and
-down on the branch of the big pine, he
-was so angry.  Peter just thrust his
-tongue into one cheek in the sauciest
-way and then laughed at Sammy Jay.
-Of course it is true, as every one in the
-Green Forest and on the Green
-Meadows knows, that Sammy Jay is a thief.
-But no one likes to be told that he is a
-thief, even if he is, Sammy Jay least of
-all.  Like a great many other people
-who do wrong, Sammy Jay likes to
-pretend that he is a very fine gentleman,
-and he wants other people to think so
-too.  So he takes great care of his
-handsome blue coat and struts around a
-great deal when he thinks other folks
-are looking at him.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="i-ll-get-even-with-you-peter-rabbit"><span class="bold">[Illustration: "I'll get even with you, Peter Rabbit!" (missing from book)]</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>So Sammy Jay studied and studied
-how he could get even with Peter
-Rabbit.  He called Peter names whenever
-he saw him, but Peter didn't mind that
-in the least, for he could call names
-back again.  Besides, names never hurt,
-and it is very foolish to call them.  So
-Sammy Jay studied and studied how he
-could get even with Peter Rabbit in
-some other way.  Then one day, as he
-sat in the big pine-tree studying,
-Sammy heard a voice that gave him an
-idea.  It was the voice of Redtail the
-Hawk, who, you know, is own cousin to
-old Whitetail and to Roughleg.  Now
-Sammy Jay can scream so exactly like
-Redtail the Hawk that you cannot tell
-their voices apart.  When he heard that
-scream, Sammy Jay chuckled out loud.
-He had thought of a plan to get even
-with Peter Rabbit.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Every day after that, Sammy Jay
-went peeking and prying through the
-Green Forest and around the edge of
-the Green Meadows without making a
-sound, just watching for Peter Rabbit.
-The snow was almost all gone, and that
-is how it happened that Redtail had
-come back from the South where he had
-spent the winter.  Sammy Jay felt quite
-sure that Peter didn't know that
-Redtail was back yet.  He hoped he didn't,
-anyway.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Early one morning, Sammy Jay sat
-hidden on the edge of the Green Forest,
-watching the Old Briar-patch where
-Peter Rabbit lives.  He saw Peter come
-out of one of his private little paths and
-sit up very straight.  For a long time
-Peter sat looking this way and looking
-that way over the Green Meadows.
-When he was sure that Reddy and
-Granny Fox were nowhere about, and
-that Roughleg was nowhere in sight,
-Peter kicked up his heels and
-scampered out on to the Green Meadows
-away from the dear Old Briar-patch
-to see if there were any signs of spring.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy waited until Peter had
-reached the big hickory-tree over by
-the Smiling Pool, then very silently he
-flew over to the big hickory-tree.  Peter
-was so busy looking for Jerry Muskrat
-that he didn't see Sammy Jay at all.
-Suddenly, right over Peter's head,
-sounded a fierce, shrill scream.  Peter
-knew that voice.  At least, he thought
-he did.  He didn't stop to look.  He had
-learned long ago that it is best to run
-first and look afterward.  So now he
-started for the dear Old Briar-patch as
-fast as his long legs would take him, his
-heart in his mouth.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Again that fierce scream sounded
-right over him.  Peter ran faster than
-ever, and as he ran, he dodged this way
-and dodged that way.  Every second he
-expected to feel the sharp claws of
-Redtail the Hawk.  My, such jumps as
-Peter did take!  It seemed to him that
-he never would reach the dear Old
-Briar-patch.  But he did, and just as
-soon as he was safely inside, he turned
-around to see what had become of
-Redtail.  And what do you think he saw?
-Why, only Sammy Jay laughing fit to
-kill himself.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Fraidcat!  Fraidcat!" shouted Sammy Jay.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Peter shook his fist.  Then he grinned
-foolishly.  "I guess you are even,
-Sammy Jay!" he said.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="sammy-jay-brings-news"><span class="bold large">V</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">SAMMY JAY BRINGS NEWS</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Peter Rabbit had a very funny
-feeling.  He had started out that
-morning with the best intentions
-in the world.  He had meant to go
-straight to Chatterer the Red Squirrel
-and tell him how mean he had been to
-spy and so find the new house that
-Chatterer was trying to keep a secret, and
-then he had overheard Chatterer telling
-Tommy Tit the Chickadee how he had
-fooled Peter, and that Peter didn't
-know where the new house was, at all.
-Peter had never felt more foolish in his
-life.  No, Sir, he never had felt more
-foolish in his life.  Of course, if it were
-true that he had been fooled and really
-didn't know where Chatterer's new
-house was, there was no use in begging
-Chatterer's pardon, for he would only
-make himself still more of a laughing
-stock than he was already.  And yet the
-thing he had done was just as mean as
-if he had found out Chatterer's secret,
-and he knew that he would feel better if
-he owned up.  He scratched his left ear
-with his right hind foot and then
-scratched his right ear with his left
-hind foot.  He pulled his whiskers, and
-still he didn't know what to do.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>He was still trying to decide, when he
-heard a great racket in the direction of
-the Green Forest.  It was Sammy Jay,
-screaming noisily as usual, and he was
-hurrying straight up to the Old
-Orchard.  Of course Chatterer heard him,
-and as soon as Sammy was within hearing,
-he called to him.  Sammy hurried
-over at once.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"So here you are!" he exclaimed.
-"I've hunted all through the Green
-Forest for you until I'm quite tuckered
-out.  I've got news for you."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"What is it?" begged Chatterer,
-dancing about with impatience.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I've seen Shadow the Weasel," replied Sammy.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Where is he?" asked Chatterer,
-and his voice sounded very anxious.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"He's over in the Green Forest, and
-he says he is going to stay there until he
-catches you, if he has to stay all
-winter," replied Sammy.  "He says he is
-going to find you if he has to hunt
-through every tree in the Green Forest."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Chatterer actually turned pale for a
-minute.  "You—you didn't tell him
-that I wasn't in the Green Forest, did
-you?" he asked.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Of course I didn't!  How could I
-when I didn't know it myself?"
-retorted Sammy scornfully.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"And—and you won't tell him when
-you see him again, will you, Sammy?"
-begged Chatterer.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"What do you take me for?" demanded
-Sammy angrily.  "I haven't
-got any love for you, Chatterer, and you
-know it.  You're a red-headed, red-coated
-nuisance, and I'm not a bit sorry
-to see you in trouble, but I wouldn't
-turn my worst enemy over to such a
-cruel, cold-blooded robber as Shadow
-the Weasel.  He would kill me just as
-quickly as he would you, if he could
-catch me, which he can't, and I am
-going to make it my business to see to it
-that all the little people who are afraid
-of him know that he is about.  I am
-going over to the Old Briar-patch right
-away to warn Peter Rabbit."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"You don't need to, because I am
-right here," spoke up Peter from his
-hiding place.  "I am ever so much
-obliged to you for planning to warn me,
-and I'm sorry I've ever said mean
-things about you, Sammy Jay."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Pooh!" replied Sammy.  "You
-needn't be.  I guess I've deserved them."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Then Sammy and Peter and Chatterer
-began to talk over the news about
-Shadow the Weasel so eagerly that not
-one of them saw Black Pussy stealing
-along the old stone wall.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="black-pussy-almost-catches-a-good-breakfast"><span class="bold large">VI</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">BLACK PUSSY ALMOST CATCHES A GOOD BREAKFAST</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Black Pussy was out very
-early, hunting for her breakfast.
-Not that she needed to hunt for
-her breakfast; oh, my, no!  Black
-Pussy didn't need a single thing.  Every
-morning Farmer Brown's boy filled a
-saucer with warm fresh milk for her,
-and every day she had all the meat that
-was good for her, so there wasn't the
-least need in the world for her to go
-hunting.  Black Pussy was just like all
-cats.  Lying before the fire in Farmer
-Brown's house, blinking and purring
-contentedly, she seemed too good-natured
-and gentle to hurt any one, and
-all Farmer Brown's family said that
-she was and believed it.  They knew
-nothing about the empty little nests in
-the joyful springtime,—empty because
-Black Pussy had found them and emptied
-them and broken the hearts of little
-father and mother birds.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>You see, Farmer Brown's folks really
-didn't know Black Pussy.  But the
-little forest and meadow people did.  They
-knew that Black Pussy was just like all
-cats,—fierce and cruel down inside,—and
-they hated Black Pussy, every one
-of them.  They knew that down in her
-heart was the love of killing, just that
-same love of killing that is in the heart
-of Shadow the Weasel, and so they
-hated Black Pussy.  If she had had to
-hunt for a living, they wouldn't have
-minded so much, but she didn't have to
-hunt for a living, and so they hated her.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>This particular morning Black Pussy
-had chosen to have a look along the old
-stone wall at the edge of the Old
-Orchard.  Many times she had hunted
-Striped Chipmunk there.  She didn't
-know enough about the ways of the
-little people of the Green Forest and the
-Green Meadows to know that this cold
-weather had sent Striped Chipmunk
-down into his snug bedroom under
-ground for a long sleep, so she sneaked
-along from stone to stone, hoping that
-she would surprise him.  She had gone
-half the length of the old wall without
-a sign of anything to catch when she
-heard voices that put all thought of
-Striped Chipmunk out of her head.
-Crawling flat on her stomach to keep
-out of sight, she softly worked nearer
-and nearer until, peeping from behind
-a big stone in the old wall, she could see
-Chatterer the Red Squirrel, Peter
-Rabbit, and Sammy Jay talking so busily
-and so excited that they didn't seem
-to be paying attention to anything else.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy Jay was safe, because he was
-sitting in an old apple-tree, but
-Chatterer was on the old wall, and Peter was
-on the ground.  Which should she
-catch?  Peter would make the biggest
-and best breakfast, but Black Pussy
-hadn't forgotten the terrible kick he
-had once given her when she had caught
-little Miss Fuzzytail up in the Old
-Pasture, and she had great respect for
-Peter's stout hind legs.  She would be
-content to catch Chatterer this
-morning.  She hated him, anyway, for he had
-been very saucy to her many times.  He
-would never make fun of her or call her
-names again.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>More slowly and carefully than ever,
-Black Pussy stole forward.  Her eyes
-grew yellow with excitement, and fierce
-and cruel.  At last she reached a place
-where one good jump would land her on
-Chatterer.  Carefully she drew her feet
-under her to make the jump.  The end
-of her black tail twitched with
-eagerness.  Just as she got ready to spring,
-there was a shrill scream from Sammy
-Jay.  He had caught sight of the moving
-tip of that tail, and he knew what it
-meant.  Black Pussy sprang, but she
-was just too late.  Chatterer had dived
-headfirst down between the stones of
-the old wall at the sound of Sammy's
-scream, and Peter had dived headfirst
-into Johnny Chuck's house, on the
-doorstep of which he happened to be sitting.
-Black Pussy looked up at Sammy Jay
-and snarled at him in a terrible rage.
-Sammy shrieked at her just as angrily.
-Then, when her head was turned for
-just an instant, he darted down and
-actually pulled a tuft of hair from her
-coat, and was safely out of the way
-before she could turn and spring.  Then
-Black Pussy thrust a paw down
-between the stones where Chatterer had
-disappeared.  She pulled it out again
-with a yowl of pain, for sharp little
-teeth had bitten it.  Slowly and
-sullenly Black Pussy turned and limped
-back towards Farmer Brown's house.
-She suddenly remembered that saucer
-of milk, and that that was really all the
-breakfast she wanted.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-works-hard"><span class="bold large">VII</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER WORKS HARD</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>When Chatterer had left the
-Green Forest because of his
-terrible fear of Shadow the
-Weasel, he had been fat.  At least, he
-had been fat for him.  All through the
-pleasant fall, while he had been
-gathering his supply of nuts and seeds to
-store away for the winter, he had eaten
-all he could hold and had filled his red
-coat out until it actually felt too tight.
-But now that same red coat hung so
-loose on Chatterer that it looked too
-big for him.  Yes, Sir, Chatterer had
-grown so thin that his coat actually
-looked too big for him.  And he was
-growing thinner every day.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>You see, most of the food had been
-collected and stored away long ago, and
-Chatterer had to run about a great deal
-and hunt very hard to find enough to
-eat day by day, while as for filling a
-new store-house,—that seemed impossible!
-Still Chatterer kept trying, and
-day by day he managed to add a little
-to the supply of seeds.  But it was
-pretty poor fare at best.  There were
-no plump nuts or tasty pine-seeds, such
-as filled his store-houses in the Green
-Forest, because no nut or pine-trees
-grew near the Old Orchard, and
-Chatterer didn't dare go back to the Green
-Forest for fear that Shadow the Weasel
-would find him and track him to his
-new home.  So he patiently did his best
-to find food close at hand.  But it was
-discouraging, terribly discouraging, to
-work from sun-up to sun-down,
-running here, running there, running
-everywhere, until he was so tired he
-was ready to drop, and knowing all
-the time that the snow might come
-any day and bury what little food
-there was.  Oh, those were hard days
-for Chatterer the Red Squirrel, very
-hard days indeed.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>One morning he started very early
-and made a long journey by way of the
-old stone wall and the rail fences down
-to Farmer Brown's cornfield.  Of
-course Farmer Brown had long ago
-taken away the corn, but in doing it,
-a great many grains had been scattered
-about on the ground, half buried where
-they had been trodden on, hidden under
-leaves and among weeds and under the
-piles of stalks from which the ears had
-been stripped.  For the first time for
-days Chatterer felt something like
-cheer in his heart, as he scurried about
-hunting for and finding the plump
-yellow grains.  First he ate all he could
-hold, for he saw that then there would
-be plenty to take home.  Then he
-stuffed his cheeks full, scrambled up on
-the rail fence, and started for his new
-home in the Old Orchard.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"It is a terrible long way to have to
-carry all my supplies," thought he, as
-he sat up on the top of a post to rest.
-"I don't see how I ever can do it.
-Well, I certainly can't, if I sit here all
-day!"  With that he jumped down to
-the rail below him.  He was half way
-across when he noticed a crack in it.  It
-looked to him as if that rail were
-hollow part way.  A great idea came to
-him.  His eyes grew bright with
-excitement.  He ran the length of the
-rail and back again, looking for an
-opening.  There was none.  Then very
-slowly and carefully he worked his way
-back, stretching his head over so that
-he could look underneath.  Almost over
-to the next post he found what he had
-so hoped to find.  What was it?  Why,
-a knot-hole.  Yes, Sir, a knot-hole that
-opened right into the hollow in the rail.
-It wasn't quite big enough for
-Chatterer to squeeze through, but that
-didn't trouble him.  He emptied the
-corn from his cheeks and then he went
-to work with those sharp teeth of his
-and in a little while, a very little while,
-that knot-hole was plenty big enough
-for Chatterer to slip through.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>His eyes snapped with pleasure as he
-explored the hollow rail.  "I'll make
-this my store-house!" he cried.  "I'll
-fill it full of corn, and then when I am
-hungry in the winter, I can run down
-here and fill up.  It will be a lot better
-than trying to carry the corn up to the
-Old Orchard."  And with that,
-Chatterer began the work of filling the
-hollow rail with corn.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="sammy-jay-drops-a-hint"><span class="bold large">VIII</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">SAMMY JAY DROPS A HINT</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Whatever faults Chatterer
-the Red Squirrel may have,
-and they are many, laziness is
-not one of them.  No, Sir, there is no
-laziness about Chatterer.  When he has
-work to do, he does it, and he keeps at it
-until it is finished.  Every morning he
-got up with the sun and raced along the
-old stone wall and the rail fences down
-to Farmer Brown's cornfield, where he
-first ate his breakfast, and then worked
-to fill the hollow rail of the fence which
-he had made into a store-house.  It was
-hard work, because he had to do a great
-deal of hunting for the corn; and it was
-exciting work, because he had to keep
-his eyes and ears open every minute to
-keep from furnishing a dinner for
-some one else.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Redtail the Hawk, who had not yet
-gone South, discovered him one
-morning, and Chatterer dodged behind a
-fence post just in time.  After that,
-Redtail was on hand every morning,
-watching from the top of a tree for
-Chatterer to grow careless and get too
-far from shelter.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Then one morning Reddy Fox
-surprised him at the edge of a heap of
-cornstalks.  Chatterer had just time to
-wriggle his way to the middle of the heap.
-Reddy had seen him, and he could smell
-him.  Very softly Reddy tiptoed around
-the pile of cornstalks to see if Chatterer
-had come out on the other side.  Then
-he came back to where Chatterer had
-gone in and excitedly began to dig,
-making the dry stalks fly right and left.
-He made so much noise that Chatterer
-felt sure that he wouldn't hear him
-move, and he didn't.  By the time
-Reddy had worked his way to the
-middle of the pile, Chatterer was safe in his
-store-house in the hollow rail.  He had
-slipped from under the cornstalks, run
-across to another pile, worked his
-way through this, and so reached the fence.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>After that, Reddy Fox came every
-morning, hoping to surprise Chatterer.
-But Chatterer felt quite equal to
-fooling Reddy and Redtail.  Of course they
-interfered with his work and were very
-bothersome, but he wasn't afraid of
-them.  The one thing he did fear was
-that Shadow the Weasel would hear
-where he was.  That thought bothered
-him a great deal.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>One morning Sammy Jay just happened
-along.  He saw Reddy Fox
-creeping up behind some bushes at the edge
-of the cornfield, and at once Sammy
-began to scream as he always does when
-he thinks he can spoil Reddy's hunting.
-Reddy looked up at him and showed all
-his long teeth, but Sammy only grinned
-and screamed the louder.  Then Reddy
-walked away with a great deal of
-dignity, for he knew that it wasn't the
-least use to try to hunt while Sammy
-Jay was about.  When he had
-disappeared in the Green Forest, Sammy
-returned to the cornfield, and there he
-found Chatterer hard at work.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm much obliged, Sammy, for
-driving that nuisance away; he bothers
-me a great deal, and I've got to do a lot
-of work yet to fill my store-house before
-it is too late," said Chatterer, as he
-hurried to the hollow rail with his mouth
-full of corn.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Have you moved down here?"
-demanded Sammy Jay.  "I thought you
-were living up in the Old Orchard."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I am.  At least, my house is up
-there, but there is no food there, and so
-I have made a store-house down here
-and am trying to get it full of corn
-before snow comes," replied Chatterer.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"It will be a long way to come for
-your food every day," said Sammy.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I know it," replied Chatterer, "but
-I guess I'm lucky to have any food to
-come for."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Pooh!" said Sammy, "I wouldn't
-work as you do.  I'd use my wits a
-little.  If corn is what you want to eat,
-why don't you go up to Farmer
-Brown's?  It's nearer to the Old
-Orchard than this, and the corn is all
-stored ready for you to help yourself.
-I get all I want there."</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-screws-up-his-courage"><span class="bold large">IX</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER SCREWS UP HIS COURAGE</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Ever since Sammy Jay had
-dropped a hint about the
-plentiful supply of corn over at
-Farmer Brown's and how easy it was to
-get all that one wanted, Chatterer had
-been trying to screw up his courage to
-go see for himself if Sammy had told
-the truth.  Chatterer had spent most of
-his life in or close to the Green Forest.
-He had a very wholesome fear of
-Farmer Brown's boy and his dreadful
-gun, and he always had been content to
-keep away from Farmer Brown's door-yard.
-The truth is, he was afraid to go
-up there.  You see, there were Black
-Pussy the Cat and Bowser the Hound
-and Farmer Brown's boy—why, it was
-a terribly dangerous place!</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>And yet Sammy Jay went up there
-every day and didn't seem to be in the
-least afraid.  He even scolded and said
-impudent things to Farmer Brown's
-boy.  If Sammy dared go up there, why
-shouldn't he?  He certainly was as
-brave as Sammy Jay!  Right down in
-his heart Chatterer had always thought
-Sammy Jay very much of a coward.
-Yet here was Sammy going up there
-and helping himself to corn, just as if
-it belonged to him.  Chatterer thought
-how hard he worked every day to fill
-that store-house in the hollow
-fence-rail, and how every minute of the time
-he had to watch out for Redtail the
-Hawk and Reddy Fox.  It seemed as if
-he never, never could get enough corn
-to keep him all winter.  And then it
-was a long way to go every day from
-the Old Orchard down to the cornfield.
-Chatterer sighed at the thought.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"If Sammy Jay told me the truth,
-and it is so easy to get all the corn one
-wants over there at Farmer Brown's,
-it will be ever so much easier in bad
-weather," thought Chatterer.  "Anyway,
-it won't do any harm to have a
-look and see for myself how things are."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>So Chatterer started running briskly
-along the old stone wall which led right
-up to Farmer Brown's yard.  As he
-drew near, he would stop every few
-steps to make sure that the way was
-clear.  At last he reached the very end
-of the wall, and hiding between two
-stones, he peeked out.  Right across a
-wide road was Farmer Brown's house,
-and in the sun on the back doorstep sat
-Black Pussy dozing.  Chatterer had
-hard work to hold his tongue.  The very
-sight of her made him so angry that he
-almost forgot that he didn't want to be
-seen.  He just longed to tell her what
-he thought of her.  But he kept still and
-set his sharp little eyes to discover
-where Farmer Brown kept his corn.
-He could see Bowser the Hound fast
-asleep in front of his own special little
-house.  He could see the big barn and
-the henhouse and the shed where the
-wagons were kept and the long wood-shed.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I wonder," said Chatterer to
-himself, "I wonder if that corn is kept in
-any of those places, and how Sammy
-Jay gets it if it is."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Just then Farmer Brown's boy came
-out of the barn.  Chatterer dodged back
-at sight of him.  He wanted to scold,
-just as he had wanted to scold at Black
-Pussy, but he wisely held his tongue.
-Farmer Brown's boy didn't even look
-towards him but went straight over to
-a queer little building standing high on
-four legs and with wide cracks between
-the boards of the walls, through which
-something yellow showed.  Farmer
-Brown's boy went up several steps and
-opened a door.  Chatterer gave a little
-gasp.  There was the corn, more corn
-than he ever had seen in all his life,
-more corn than he had supposed the
-whole world held!  Chatterer made up
-his mind right then and there that he
-was going to have some of that corn in
-spite of Black Pussy and Bowser the
-Hound and Farmer Brown's boy.  The
-very sight of it screwed his courage up
-till he felt brave enough to dare anything.</span></p>
-<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 74%" id="figure-47">
-<span id="farmer-brown-s-boy-didn-t-even-look-towards-him"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Farmer Brown's boy didn't even look towards him." src="images/img-045.jpg" />
-<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin">
-<span class="italics">Farmer Brown's boy didn't even look towards him.</span></div>
-</div>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-studies-a-way-to-get-farmer-brown-s-corn"><span class="bold large">X</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER STUDIES A WAY TO GET
-<br />FARMER BROWN'S CORN</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Chatterer could think of but
-one thing—Farmer Brown's
-house full of corn, and how he
-could get some of it.  Sammy Jay had
-said that he got all he wanted, and
-Chatterer made up his mind that he
-would see how Sammy did it.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>So very early the next morning
-Chatterer was in his hiding place between
-the stones of the old wall.  Just as
-Mr. Sun shot his first red rays in at the
-windows of Farmer Brown's house,
-Sammy Jay arrived.  For a wonder he
-made no noise.  Chatterer noticed this
-right away.  Sammy peered this way
-and that way, without making the least
-sound.  When he was quite sure that no
-one was about, he flew over to the queer
-little house on four legs, where Farmer
-Brown kept his corn, and thrust his bill
-in between the wide cracks of the wall.
-In this way he helped himself to all the
-corn he wanted without the least bit of
-trouble.  When he had enough, he flew
-away as quietly as he had come.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Chatterer grinned.  "Sammy has
-taught me something, although he
-doesn't know it," said he to himself.
-"He's stealing that corn, and he
-doesn't think it safe to be found out.  I
-must be just as careful as he is."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>There were no signs of any one
-around Farmer Brown's house.  Chatterer
-scurried across the yard as fast as
-his little legs would take him straight
-for the little house.  There he found a
-great disappointment.  He couldn't get
-up to the cracks through which Sammy
-Jay had helped himself to corn.  You
-see, the little house stood on four stone
-legs, and before it had been put on those
-four legs, an old pan had been placed
-bottom up on each leg.  It would be the
-hardest kind of hard work to climb one
-of those stone legs, anyway, and even
-if he did succeed in climbing it, there
-was no way of getting around that tin
-pan at the top, and of course he couldn't
-gnaw through it.  Chatterer ground his
-teeth with anger.  It was so terribly
-provoking to be so near such a feast and
-still not be able to get to it.  He wished
-he had wings like Sammy Jay.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Chatterer was so intent on studying
-out some way to get at that corn that he
-quite forgot everything else.  The
-rustle of a leaf made him turn his head.
-Goodness gracious! there was Black
-Pussy within two jumps of him, and her
-eyes were yellow with fierce desire.
-Chatterer darted to the nearest tree and
-scrambled up as fast as he could.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>He wasn't the least bit afraid now,
-because he knew that he could run out
-on the little branches where Black
-Pussy would not dare to follow him.  So
-he faced about and he called Black
-Pussy everything bad he knew of.
-When she had slunk away, Chatterer
-scampered to the very top of the tree to
-think matters over, and right then he
-discovered a way to get the corn from
-Farmer Brown's little house.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-grows-reckless"><span class="bold large">XI</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER GROWS RECKLESS</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Chatterer saw that a branch
-of the very tree he was sitting
-in stretched right over the roof
-of the little house and the very tips of
-some of the twigs actually touched it.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Chatterer's eyes danced.  "If I
-can't get in from the ground, perhaps I
-can get in from the air," said he and
-chuckled.  Chatterer looked around
-hastily to see if any one was watching.
-No one was in sight but Black Pussy,
-watching him from the ground.  He
-didn't mind her up there so he ran
-lightly out along the branch over the
-roof of the little house and jumped on to
-it.  Swiftly he ran around the edge of
-it, peeping over.  He was looking for an
-opening big enough to crawl through.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>At last, over in one corner, he spied
-a knothole close up under the edge of
-the roof.  Chatterer dug his sharp claws
-into the wood to keep from falling and
-very carefully crept over until he had
-safely reached the hole.  It wasn't quite
-big enough to push his head wholly;
-through.  Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw!  The
-little splinters began to fly.  Gnaw, gnaw,
-gnaw!  The hole was big enough, and
-Chatterer slipped safely inside just as
-Farmer Brown's boy came out of the
-house and noticed Black Pussy sitting
-on the ground, staring up at the roof
-of the little house.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Hello, Puss!  Did you think you
-heard a mouse in there?" exclaimed
-Farmer Brown's boy.  "You didn't,
-because no mice can get in there.
-Come along over to the barn, and I'll
-give you some nice fresh warm milk."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Phew!" exclaimed Chatterer to
-himself, "That was a narrow escape!
-I'm glad that pesky black cat can't tell
-what she saw!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>When they were out of sight, Chatterer
-turned to see what kind of a place
-he was in.  His eyes glistened with
-greed.  Corn, corn, com everywhere!
-It seemed to him there was corn enough
-for all the Squirrels in the world.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"And it's all mine!" gasped Chatterer,
-quite forgetting that he was
-stealing.  Then he began to eat, and he
-ate and ate until he couldn't swallow
-another mouthful.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I believe I'll take a nap right
-here," said he to himself, and curled up
-in the darkest corner.  In two minutes
-he was fast asleep, dreaming that all
-the world seemed to have turned to
-golden corn and all for him.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-frightens-sammy-jay"><span class="bold large">XII</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER FRIGHTENS SAMMY JAY</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Chatterer the Red
-Squirrel was mightily tickled
-with himself because he had
-found a way of getting into Farmer
-Brown's corn-crib, where was stored so
-much beautiful yellow corn that it
-seemed to him that there was enough
-for all the Squirrels in the world.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>The more some people have, the more
-they want.  It is the very worst kind of
-selfishness and is called greediness.
-Chatterer had found a way to get all the
-corn he wanted without working for it,
-and there was enough to feed him as
-long as he lived, though he should live
-to be a hundred years old.  To be sure,
-it wasn't his; it was Farmer Brown's.
-But Chatterer looked on Farmer Brown
-and Farmer Brown's boy as his
-enemies, and he could see nothing wrong in
-taking things from his enemies.
-Perhaps he didn't want to see anything
-wrong.  All his life he had stolen from
-his neighbors.  That is one reason they
-dislike him so.  Anyway, if ever a little
-voice down inside tried to tell him that
-he was doing wrong, Chatterer didn't
-listen to it.  Perhaps, after a while, the
-little voice grew tired and didn't try
-any more.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>After Chatterer had made a few
-successful trips to the corn-crib, he began
-to look upon it as his own.  He would
-sometimes hide in the old stone wall,
-where he could watch Farmer Brown's
-boy open the door of the corn-crib and
-fill a basket with yellow ears to feed to
-the hens and the pigs and the horses.
-At such times Chatterer would work
-himself into a great rage, as if Farmer
-Brown's boy were stealing from him.
-But there was nothing he could do
-about it, so he would go back to the Old
-Orchard and scold for an hour.  But
-what made him still angrier was to see
-Sammy Jay help himself to a few grains
-of corn from between the cracks in the
-walls of the corn-crib.  He forgot how
-Sammy had first told him about the
-corn-crib, and how Sammy had warned
-him about Shadow the Weasel.  That is
-the trouble with greed: it forgets
-everything but the desire to have and to
-keep others from having.  Chatterer
-didn't say anything to Sammy Jay,
-because he knew it would be of no use.
-Besides, if he did, Sammy might meet
-him over in the corn-crib some day and
-make such a fuss that Farmer Brown's
-boy would find him.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Finally Chatterer thought of a plan
-and chuckled wickedly.  The next
-morning he was over in the corn-crib
-bright and early.  This time he stayed
-there until it was time for Sammy Jay
-to arrive.  Peeping out of the hole by
-which he came and went, he saw Sammy
-come flying from the Old Orchard.
-Sammy made no noise, for you see
-Sammy meant to steal, too.  Presently
-Sammy found a crack against which an
-ear of corn lay very close.  He began
-to peck at it and pick out the grains.
-Chatterer stole over to it, taking the
-greatest care not to make a sound.
-Presently Sammy's black bill came
-poking through the crack.  Chatterer
-seized it and held on.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Poor Sammy Jay!  He was terribly
-frightened.  He thought that it was
-some kind of a trap.  He beat his wings
-and tried to scream but couldn't,
-because he couldn't open his mouth.
-Then Chatterer let go so suddenly that
-Sammy almost fell to the ground before
-he could catch his balance.  He didn't
-wait to see what had caught him.  He
-started for the Green Forest as fast as
-his wings could take him, and as he
-went he screamed with fright and
-anger.  Chatterer chuckled, and his
-chuckle was a very wicked sounding
-chuckle.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I guess," said Chatterer, "that
-Sammy Jay will leave my corn alone
-after this."</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="sammy-jay-tells-his-troubles-to-reddy-fox"><span class="bold large">XIII</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">SAMMY JAY TELLS HIS TROUBLES TO REDDY FOX</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Sammy Jay could think of
-nothing but the terrible fright he had
-had at Farmer Brown's corn-crib.
-He had thrust his bill through a crack
-for a few grains of corn when something
-had seized his bill and hung on.  Sammy
-didn't have the least bit of doubt that it
-was a trap of some kind set by Farmer
-Brown's boy.  He flew down to the
-Green Forest to think it over and plan
-some way to get even with Farmer
-Brown's boy.  As he sat there
-muttering to himself, along came Reddy Fox.
-For a wonder Reddy saw Sammy
-before Sammy saw him.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy grinned.  "Sammy certainly
-has got something on his mind,"
-thought Reddy.  Then he said aloud:
-"Hello, Sammy!  What's the matter?
-You look as if you had the stomach-ache
-and the head-ache and a few other aches."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext" id="id1"><span>"Matter enough, Reddy Fox!
-Matter enough!" snapped Sammy.  Then,
-because he felt that he just had to tell
-some one, he told Reddy all about his
-terrible fright that morning.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"It was a trap," said Sammy.  "It
-was some kind of a trap set by Farmer
-Brown's boy.  Just as if he couldn't
-spare a few grains of corn when he has
-got so much!  I—I—I'd like to—to
-peck his eyes out!  That's what I'd like
-to do!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy said that because it was the
-most dreadful thing he could think of,
-but he didn't really mean it.  Reddy
-knew it and grinned, for he also knew
-that Sammy didn't dare go near enough
-to Farmer Brown's boy to more than
-scream at him.  All the time he had
-been listening, Reddy had sat with his
-head cocked on one side, which is a way
-he has when he is thinking.  Inside he
-was laughing, for Reddy knows a lot
-about traps and about Farmer Brown's
-boy, and he didn't believe that Farmer
-Brown's boy would ever set a trap in
-such a queer place as a crack in the wall
-of a corn-crib.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"He wouldn't bother to try to trap
-Sammy Jay; he would just watch with
-his gun and shoot Sammy if he really
-cared about the few grains of corn
-Sammy has taken," thought Reddy.
-"It was some one or something else
-that frightened Sammy.  But it isn't
-the least bit of use to tell him so.  I
-believe I'll have a look and see what is
-going on at that corn-crib."  Aloud he
-said:</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"That was a terrible experience,
-Sammy Jay, and I don't wonder that
-you were frightened.  Are you going up
-there to-morrow morning?"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"What?" screamed Sammy.  "Going
-up there again?  What do you take
-me for?  I guess I don't need but one
-lesson of that kind.  There's plenty to
-eat in the Green Forest and on the
-Green Meadows without running any
-such risk as that.  No, Sir, you won't
-catch me around Farmer Brown's
-corn-crib again very soon.  Not if my name
-is Sammy Jay!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"You are wise, very wise," replied
-Reddy gravely.  "It is always wise to
-keep out of danger."  And with this
-Reddy trotted on up the Lone Little
-Path, and inside his red head were busy
-thoughts.  Reddy had made up his mind
-that there was something very queer
-about Sammy Jay's fright, and he
-meant to find out about it.  He would
-be on hand at the first peep of day the
-next morning and see what was going
-on around Farmer Brown's corn-crib.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>And all day long Sammy Jay flew
-about through the Green Forest telling
-every one who would listen how Farmer
-Brown's boy had tried to trap him.
-Late that afternoon he visited the Old
-Orchard and told his story all over
-again to Chatterer the Red Squirrel,
-and Chatterer didn't so much as smile
-until after Sammy had left.  Then he
-threw himself on the ground and rolled
-over and over and laughed until his
-sides ached.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="reddy-fox-plays-spy"><span class="bold large">XIV</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">REDDY FOX PLAYS SPY</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Reddy Fox didn't have to get
-up early to be hiding behind the
-fence back of Farmer Brown's
-corn-crib when jolly, round, red
-Mr. Sun chased the little stars from the sky.
-He didn't have to get up early, for the
-very good reason that he hadn't been to
-bed.  You see, Reddy Fox does a great
-many things that he wouldn't like to
-have seen, and so he does them in the
-night when most of the other little
-people of the Green Meadows and the
-Green Forest are asleep.  And so it
-happens that often he does not go to
-bed at all at night, but sleeps in the day,
-when most honest people are abroad.
-He had been roaming about all this
-night, and now he had come to watch
-and see what was going on at Farmer
-Brown's corn-crib, and whether or not
-Farmer Brown's boy had been setting
-a trap there for Sammy Jay, as Sammy
-was so sure he had.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Just as the little stars disappeared
-and the first faint light from Mr. Sun
-began to chase away the black shadows,
-Reddy's sharp eyes saw something
-move over at the corner of the old stone
-wall at the edge of the Old Orchard.
-Then a little dark form scampered
-across the road, and there was the
-scratch of sharp little claws on the tree
-growing near the corn-crib.  Reddy
-grinned and watched the top of the tree.
-In a minute the same little form ran out
-along a limb that overhung the
-corn-crib and nimbly jumped to the roof.  It
-ran along one edge and suddenly
-disappeared.  Reddy guessed right away
-that there was a hole there.  He arose
-and stretched.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I thought as much," said Reddy to
-himself.  "I thought as much."  Then
-he lay down to watch again.  After a
-while, out popped the same lively little
-form.  It was quite light now, light
-enough for Reddy to see the red coat of
-Chatterer the Red Squirrel.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Chatterer's cheeks were stuffed so
-full of corn that his head looked twice
-as large as it really is.  He ran along
-the roof to where the tips of the limb of
-the tree brushed the roof, climbed into
-the tree, looked sharply to make sure
-that no one was about, particularly
-Black Pussy, and then ran down the
-tree and scurried across the road to the
-safety of the old stone wall.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Ha!" said Reddy Fox, "I thought
-so!  Unless I am much, very, very much
-mistaken, Chatterer can tell Sammy
-Jay what caught him by the bill
-yesterday morning and frightened him nearly
-to death.  I've wondered why he no
-longer came to that new store-house of
-his that he worked so hard to fill down
-at the edge of the cornfield, and now I
-know.  My, but Chatterer is getting
-fat!  I think he will make me a very
-good breakfast.  I do, indeed!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Reddy licked his lips as if he could
-already taste fat Red Squirrel, and then
-slipped away in the other direction, for
-it was getting so light that he dared
-stay no longer so near to Farmer
-Brown's house and Bowser the Hound.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>All the way to the Green Forest
-Reddy grinned, partly at thought of the
-sharp trick he was sure Chatterer had
-played on Sammy Jay, and partly at
-thought of the good breakfast he was
-sure he would have one of these fine
-mornings, for already he had thought of
-a plan to catch Chatterer.  But first he
-would find Sammy Jay.  He wanted to
-see how foolish Sammy would look
-when he found out that it wasn't a trap
-of Farmer Brown's boy's at all that had
-frightened him so.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="sammy-jay-spoils-the-plan-of-reddy-fox"><span class="bold large">XV</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">SAMMY JAY SPOILS THE PLAN OF REDDY FOX</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Reddy Fox found Sammy Jay
-in a bad temper.  Sammy had
-missed his usual breakfast of
-corn stolen from Farmer Brown's
-corn-crib, and it had made him cross.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Good morning," said Reddy in his
-politest manner, and no one can be more
-polite than Reddy Fox when he sets out
-to be.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Morning," mumbled Sammy Jay.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I found out something this morning
-which may interest you," said Reddy,
-taking no notice of Sammy's cross
-looks.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"It won't," replied Sammy
-positively.  "It won't.  Nothing interests me."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Not even traps?" asked Reddy slyly.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"What's that?" demanded Sammy,
-looking at Reddy sharply.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, nothing much," replied Reddy,
-quite as if the matter didn't interest
-him especially, "only I found out
-something this morning that I thought you
-might like to see, if you wasn't such a
-coward."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Who says I'm a coward?"
-shrieked Sammy Jay, dancing about
-with anger.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I do," replied Reddy.  "You don't
-dare go with me to-morrow morning
-and see what is going on at Farmer
-Brown's corn-crib."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"It isn't true!" Sammy shrieked.
-"I dare go wherever you dare go, so
-there, Reddy Fox!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Then I dare you to meet me
-to-morrow morning at the edge of the
-Green Forest at sun-up and go with me
-to watch Farmer Brown's corn-crib,"
-Reddy replied.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I'll be there!" snapped Sammy.
-"I'll have you to understand that you
-don't dare do anything that I don't
-dare do!" snapped Sammy, though to
-tell the truth he had felt his heart sink
-at the mere mention of Farmer Brown's
-corn-crib, for you remember it was
-there that he had had a terrible fright
-only the morning before.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"All right, see that you are on hand
-at sun-up sharp," replied Reddy and
-trotted away grinning, for he was smart
-enough to know that Sammy would risk
-a great deal rather than be called a
-coward, for no one likes to be called a
-coward.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Early the next morning Reddy Fox
-and Sammy Jay met at the edge of the
-Green Forest.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Now," Reddy explained, "we will
-go over by the fence back of the corn-crib.
-I will hide there, just where I hid
-yesterday morning, and you will hide in
-the evergreen-tree close by.  Watch the
-roof of the corn-crib, and I think you
-will see something that may explain
-how you happened to be caught by the
-bill the other morning.  But whatever
-you see, don't make a sound, not the
-least bit of a sound."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy promised, and they hurried
-over to their hiding places.  Hardly
-had Sammy settled himself in the
-evergreen-tree when he saw Chatterer jump
-to the roof of the corn-crib from the
-limb of the tree which overhung it.
-Almost in a flash Chatterer had
-disappeared through a hole just under the
-edge of the roof.  No sooner was he out
-of sight, than Reddy Fox ran swiftly
-across to the old stone wall at the edge
-of the Old Orchard and hid behind it.
-Right away Sammy Jay guessed that
-Chatterer had had something to do with
-the terrible fright he had had at the
-corn-crib when his bill was caught as he
-pecked at the corn between the cracks
-in the wall.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"It wasn't a trap at all, but
-Chatterer!" thought Sammy and right away
-grew so angry that he could hardly sit
-still.  But he wanted to see what
-Chatterer would do next, so he bit his tongue
-to keep it still.  Pretty soon out came
-Chatterer with his cheeks stuffed full
-of corn.  That was too much for Sammy
-Jay.  He forgot all about his promise
-not to make a sound.  He darted out of
-his hiding place and flew at Chatterer
-in a terrible rage, screaming at the top
-of his voice and calling Chatterer every
-bad thing he could think of.  Of course
-Chatterer couldn't reply, because his
-cheeks were so stuffed with corn, but he
-could run.  Like a little red flash he was
-in the tree that overhung the corn-crib
-and dodging around the trunk.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Over behind the stone wall Reddy
-Fox snarled, for with such a noise he
-knew it wasn't safe to stay there any
-longer.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-and-sammy-jay-quarrel"><span class="bold large">XVI</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER AND SAMMY JAY QUARREL</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<!--  -->
-<blockquote>
-<div>
-<div class="line-block outermost">
-<div class="line"><span>When people lose their tempers</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>Oh what a sorry sight!</span></div>
-</div>
-<div class="line"><span>They call each other dreadful names,</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>And sometimes scratch and bite.</span></div>
-</div>
-<div class="line"><span>The Merry Little Breezes ran</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>And hid themselves away</span></div>
-</div>
-<div class="line"><span>When Chatterer his temper lost,</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>And so did Sammy Jay.</span></div>
-<div class="line"> </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</blockquote>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>It really was too dreadful!  It quite
-spoiled the day for all the little
-people who were within sound of
-their voices.  You see, when Sammy
-Jay discovered that it was Chatterer
-and not a trap set by Farmer Brown's
-boy that had given him such a fright at
-Farmer Brown's corn-crib, right away
-Sammy's temper just boiled right over.
-Chatterer had his mouth so full of corn
-that he couldn't say a word, but he
-could run; and run he did, scampering
-across Farmer Brown's dooryard to the
-shelter of the old stone wall at the edge
-of the Old Orchard with Sammy after
-him, screaming "Thief! thief! thief!"
-at the top of his lungs.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"My gracious, what a racket!"
-exclaimed Farmer Brown's boy, as he
-opened the door.  "That Jay is making
-such a fuss that I should think there
-was a fox about."  He put his
-milk-pails down and stepped back into the
-house.  In a minute he was out again,
-with his terrible gun in his hands.  He
-went straight to the old stone wall
-where only a few minutes before Reddy
-Fox had been hiding, and it was well
-for Reddy that he had slipped away the
-minute Sammy Jay began to scream at
-Chatterer.  Farmer Brown's boy looked
-disappointed when he saw no signs of
-Reddy.  Then he went over to the little
-house of Bowser the Hound and
-unchained Bowser.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Bowser wagged his tail and yelped
-with delight when he saw the gun, for
-he dearly loves to hunt.  He ran ahead
-back to the Old Orchard, and almost at
-once his great, deep voice told all
-within hearing that his wonderful nose
-had found the tracks of Reddy Fox.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I thought so," said Farmer
-Brown's boy.  "I thought there had
-been a fox here."  Then he sighed, for
-he would have liked nothing better than
-to go hunt for Reddy.  But there were
-the empty milk-pails, and Farmer
-Brown's boy is not the kind who run
-away for pleasure when there is work
-to be done.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy Jay had flown away as soon
-as he saw Farmer Brown's boy and his
-terrible gun.  Chatterer had hidden in
-the old stone wall, where he safely
-stored away the corn with which his
-cheeks had been stuffed.  As soon as
-Farmer Brown's boy had gone to the
-barn to milk the cows, Sammy Jay
-slipped back to the Old Orchard to look
-for Chatterer, and his temper hadn't
-improved a bit.  He soon saw Chatterer
-running along the old wall and once
-more began to scream "Thief! thief!"  And
-now that his mouth was empty,
-Chatterer could reply, and you know
-Chatterer has one of the worst tongues
-of all the little people of the Green Forest.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Thief yourself!" he screamed
-back.  "Thief yourself!  You stole my corn!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"It isn't your corn any more than
-it's mine!" screamed Sammy.  "I told
-you about it in the first place.
-Thief! thief! thief!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>And from that, they fell to calling
-each other worse things.  The Old
-Orchard never had heard such a quarrel,
-never.  It was dreadful!  All day long
-they kept it up.  Twice Farmer Brown's
-boy came down to see if that fox had
-come back, and scratched his head, and
-wondered what all the fuss was about.
-At last Sammy Jay had a thought.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm going straight over to the
-Green Forest to tell Shadow the
-Weasel where you are living!" he cried
-suddenly.  "When he finds you, you won't
-steal any more corn or be so greedy that
-you won't let other people have a share."</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-and-sammy-jay-make-up"><span class="bold large">XVII</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER AND SAMMY JAY MAKE UP</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>When Chatterer heard Sammy
-Jay say that he was going
-straight to the Green Forest
-to tell Shadow the Weasel that
-Chatterer was living in the Old Orchard, a
-great fear filled his heart.  He forgot
-his quarrel with Sammy.  He forgot his
-greed for all the corn in Farmer
-Brown's corn-crib.  He forgot
-everything but his terrible fear of Shadow
-the Weasel.  It was because of Shadow
-that Chatterer had left the Green
-Forest to live in the Old Orchard.  If
-Shadow should find him here, he didn't
-know what he could do or where he
-could go.  He knew that Sammy Jay
-meant just what he said, for though it
-would be a dreadful thing to do, people
-do dreadful things when they are
-angry, and Sammy Jay was very, very
-angry indeed.  He had already spread
-his wings when Chatterer spoke.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Please don't do that, Sammy Jay,"
-he begged, "I—I—I didn't mean all
-the bad things I have said."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy Jay's eyes snapped.  He saw
-right away that Chatterer was very
-much frightened, and he knew that
-hereafter so long as Shadow the Weasel
-was anywhere around, Chatterer would
-be so afraid that he would do anything
-Sammy might want him to.  You see,
-Sammy Jay is very sharp.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Am I any more of a thief than you
-are?" he demanded.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"No-o-o," replied Chatterer slowly,
-as if it were the hardest work to say it.</span></p>
-<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 73%" id="figure-48">
-<span id="no-o-o-replied-chatterer-slowly"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="&quot;No-o-o,&quot; replied Chatterer slowly." src="images/img-081.jpg" />
-<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin">
-<span class="italics">"No-o-o," replied Chatterer slowly.</span></div>
-</div>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Will you play any more tricks on
-me?" asked Sammy.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"No," replied Chatterer more
-promptly this time.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, I'll think it over and make
-up my mind in the morning," said
-Sammy.  "Perhaps I will and perhaps
-I won't tell Shadow where you are
-living.  I'll think it over."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now Sammy knew perfectly well that
-Chatterer wouldn't sleep a wink that
-night for worrying.  Already he had
-made up his mind not to tell Shadow,
-for like all the other little meadow and
-forest people he hated Shadow.  But of
-course Chatterer couldn't know that he
-had so made up his mind, and a great
-fear that Sammy might tell clutched his
-heart.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"If you'll promise not to tell Shadow
-where I am, you—you are welcome to
-all the corn you want at Farmer
-Brown's corn-crib," said Chatterer, in
-a very meek voice.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Indeed!" replied Sammy.  "How
-very generous of you, seeing that it
-doesn't belong to you, anyway, and I
-have just as much right to it as you have."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"And—and—well, I'll help you get
-it," continued Chatterer, his sharp wits
-working their hardest to think of some
-way to get Sammy to make that promise.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"How?" asked Sammy suspiciously.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Why, when you can't get it
-between the cracks, I'll bring some out
-for you and hide it in the stone wall
-where you can find it," replied
-Chatterer.  But in his heart he said that he
-would hide it so that Sammy would
-have to hunt a long time to find it.  It
-seemed almost as if Sammy read that
-thought, for cocking his head on one
-side, he said:</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I'll promise not to tell Shadow, if
-you'll promise to get me corn whenever
-I want it and put it just where I tell
-you to."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Chatterer didn't like that idea at all,
-but what could he do?  He thought it
-over so long that Sammy Jay spread his
-wings as if to start that very instant
-for the Green Forest.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I promise!" cried Chatterer hastily.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>And so these two scamps of the Green
-Forest made up and planned how they
-would live all winter on Farmer
-Brown's corn.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-has-to-keep-his-promise"><span class="bold large">XVIII</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER HAS TO KEEP HIS PROMISE</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Chatterer wished now that he
-hadn't been quite so greedy.
-If he had been content to let
-Sammy Jay get what corn he could from
-Farmer Brown's corn-crib, instead of
-playing that sharp trick to frighten
-him away, Chatterer wouldn't have had
-to make that promise to get the corn
-for Sammy and put it wherever Sammy
-wanted it put.  It wasn't much to do.
-Chatterer really didn't mind doing the
-thing itself; it was the thought that
-Sammy could make him do it.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now Chatterer has sharp wits, and
-Sammy Jay has sharp wits.  Chatterer
-had always thought his the sharpest,
-and it hurt his pride to feel that Sammy
-had got the best of him.  He couldn't
-think of anything else as he curled up
-for the night in his snug bed in the old
-home of Drummer the Woodpecker up
-in the Old Orchard.  He thought and
-thought and thought and thought,
-trying to find some way to wriggle out of
-his promise, and just before he fell
-asleep, an idea came to him.  He would
-go over to the corn-crib before Sammy
-Jay was awake, eat his fill, and then
-hide from Sammy.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Why didn't I think of that
-before?" he murmured sleepily and
-smiled to think how, after all, his wits
-were sharper than those of Sammy Jay.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>The next morning, very early,
-Chatterer visited the corn-crib, ate a
-hurried breakfast, and then hid in the old
-stone wall to watch for Sammy Jay.
-But Sammy didn't come at the time he
-used to visit the corn-crib before
-Chatterer had given him that terrible scare.
-Chatterer waited and waited, but no
-Sammy Jay.  Chatterer began to get
-impatient, but still he didn't dare leave
-his hiding place for fear that Sammy
-might come.  At last Chatterer decided
-that Sammy had gone somewhere else
-that morning, so he came out of his
-hiding place and frisked along the stone
-wall at one edge of the Old Orchard.
-After a while he forgot all about
-Sammy Jay.  Anyway, he was sure that
-Sammy wouldn't think of going to the
-corn-crib so late in the morning, for it
-wouldn't be safe at all.  Farmer
-Brown's boy would be almost sure to
-see him.  So Chatterer forgot his
-troubles and frisked about and had a splendid
-time all by himself.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Right in the midst of it, Sammy Jay
-arrived in the Old Orchard.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Good morning, Chatterer," said he.
-"I fear I am a little late for breakfast."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Breakfast!" sneered Chatterer,
-"Breakfast!  Why, it's nearer dinner
-time.  I had my breakfast hours ago."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I thought likely," replied Sammy,
-and there was a mischievous look in his
-sharp black eyes, "but I was rather
-tired this morning, and as long as I
-hadn't got to go way over to the
-corn-crib myself, I thought I wouldn't hurry.
-I suppose you have plenty of corn ready
-for me here."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Corn ready for you?  I should say
-not!" snapped Chatterer.  "You
-didn't say anything about getting corn
-for you this morning."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Didn't I?  Well, I guess I must
-have forgotten to.  Never mind—you
-can run over there and get some for me
-now," replied Sammy.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Go yourself!" snapped Chatterer.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I think I'd rather not," replied
-Sammy.  "Farmer Brown's boy is
-chopping wood right close by the
-corn-crib, so I prefer to have you go."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I won't!" Chatterer fairly
-screamed and danced about in his rage.
-"I won't!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, all right," replied Sammy,
-yawning.  "I saw Shadow the Weasel
-down in the Green Forest this morning,
-and he inquired for you.  I think I'll go
-look him up again."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Chatterer turned pale.  He feared
-Shadow the Weasel more than any one
-else under the sun.  He would rather
-face Farmer Brown's boy.  "I—I'll
-go," he stammered weakly.  There was
-no way out of it; he just had to keep
-his promise.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-gets-sammy-jay-some-corn"><span class="bold large">XIX</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER GETS SAMMY JAY SOME CORN</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>In all his life Chatterer had never
-felt so angry and so helpless.  He
-had thought himself so smart that
-he could outwit Sammy Jay, and
-instead Sammy had outwitted him.  This
-was bad enough in itself, but to make
-matters worse he had to do something
-which he felt was very dangerous.  He
-had to get Sammy some corn from
-Farmer Brown's corn-crib right in
-broad daylight, and there was Black
-Pussy sitting on the doorstep of
-Farmer Brown's house, and Farmer
-Brown's boy himself was chopping
-wood close by the corn-crib.  But if he
-didn't keep his promise, Sammy would
-go tell Shadow the Weasel where he was
-living, and Chatterer was more afraid
-of Shadow than of Black Pussy and
-Farmer Brown's boy.  Wasn't it a
-terrible position to be in?  Chatterer
-thought so.  And all the time he knew
-that it was all his own fault.  If he
-hadn't been so greedy and tried to scare
-Sammy Jay away from the corn-crib,
-he wouldn't be in such a fix now.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>He ran along the stone wall to the
-end at the edge of Farmer Brown's
-dooryard.  Then he peeped out.  Black
-Pussy was dozing on the doorstep.  Her
-eyes were closed.  Chatterer started
-across for the tree close by the
-corn-crib, and then his courage failed, and he
-ran back to the stone wall.  Three times
-he did this, and each time he looked up
-to see Sammy Jay grinning at him from
-an apple-tree in the Old Orchard.  It
-was very plain to see that Sammy was
-enjoying Chatterer's fright.  Chatterer
-almost cried with fear and anger.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>The fourth time he gritted his teeth
-and kept on running as fast as he knew
-how.  He was almost past Black Pussy
-when she opened her eyes.  In a flash
-she was after him.  Chatterer reached
-the tree first and was up it like a little
-red streak.  There he felt safe.  At
-least, he felt safe from Black Pussy, for
-she wouldn't dare follow him out on the
-small branches.  But Farmer Brown's
-boy had seen her rush across to the foot
-of the tree, and now he stopped
-chopping wood to watch Black Pussy
-glaring up at Chatterer.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"What are you so interested in,
-Puss?" asked Farmer Brown's boy.
-He couldn't see Chatterer, because
-Chatterer was smart enough to keep on
-the other side of the tree trunk.  "Is it
-something you want me to see?" he
-continued, and started to walk over to
-the tree.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Chatterer's heart was beating
-terribly with fright—thump, thump, thump!
-At just that minute there was a great
-racket over in the Old Orchard.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Thief! thief! thief!" screamed
-Sammy Jay, making a great fuss.
-Farmer Brown's boy turned to look in
-that direction.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I wonder if that fox is prowling
-around again," said he.  And while he
-was still looking and wondering,
-Chatterer dropped to the roof of the
-corn-crib and slipped inside, through the hole
-he had found under the edge of the roof.
-He gave a great sigh of relief.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I believe Sammy Jay did that
-purposely to make Farmer Brown's boy
-look over there instead of up in the
-tree," he muttered.  And he was right.
-Sammy had no desire to have any real
-harm come to Chatterer, and so at just
-the right minute he had fooled Farmer
-Brown's boy, just as he often had fooled
-him before by screaming as if he saw
-Reddy Fox, when Reddy wasn't there
-at all.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>When Farmer Brown's boy was sure
-that Reddy was not over in the Old
-Orchard, he once more turned to Black
-Pussy, who was still glaring up at the
-place where Chatterer had been.  He
-looked up, too, but of course there was
-no one to be seen.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I guess you must have dreamed you
-saw something, Puss," said he, stooping
-to stroke her gently.  Then he went
-back to his wood-chopping.  Black
-Pussy waited a few minutes longer and
-then went over to the barn to try to
-console herself with a mouse.  Chatterer
-watched his chance and got back to the
-old stone wall safely, with his cheeks
-stuffed full of corn for Sammy Jay.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-remembers-something"><span class="bold large">XX</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER REMEMBERS SOMETHING</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Chatterer was disgusted with
-himself, with all his neighbors,
-and with the world in general,
-which is to say that Chatterer was very
-much put out about something.  There
-was no doubt about it.  He couldn't see
-anything cheerful in the sunshine nor
-anything pleasant in the blue, blue sky,
-and when any one fails to see cheerfulness
-in the sunshine or to find something
-pleasant in the blue, blue sky,
-there is something wrong in his own
-heart.  That was the trouble with
-Chatterer.  There was a great deal
-wrong in his heart.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>In the first place, it was filled with
-anger, and anger, you know, will take
-all the joy and pleasantness out of
-anything.  And then Chatterer was mortified.
-He was both angry and mortified
-because Sammy Jay had proved to have
-smarter wits than he had.  So, as soon
-as he could do so without being seen, he
-slipped into his new home in the old
-house of Drummer the Woodpecker in
-an apple-tree in the Old Orchard, and
-there he sulked for the rest of the day.
-You see, Sammy Jay had made him go
-over to Farmer Brown's corn-crib and
-get him some corn right in broad
-daylight, and he had very narrowly escaped
-being seen by Farmer Brown's boy.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"If only I hadn't promised to get
-him corn whenever he asks me to!" he
-said over and over to himself, as he
-sulked in his home in the apple-tree.
-"If only I hadn't!  And yet I couldn't
-help myself—I just had to.  Now whenever
-he feels like it, he'll make me do as
-he did to-day and perhaps I won't
-always be so lucky.  Oh, dear; oh, dear;
-I've got myself into a dreadful mess,
-and I've just got to think of some way
-out of it."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>So all the rest of the day he thought
-and thought, and the more he thought
-the more unhappy he grew.  It wasn't
-until just as he was going out for a
-breath of air before going to bed for the
-night that the great idea came to him.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he
-muttered, meaning himself.  "Why didn't
-I remember it before?  You won't see
-me going over to that corn-crib again,
-Mr. Jay!  I'll get you the corn if I must,
-but you won't have the fun of laughing
-at me trying to dodge Black Pussy and
-Farmer Brown's boy.  You're smart,
-Mr. Jay!  You're smart, but you've got
-to get up early in the morning to play
-such a trick on Chatterer twice."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Right away he felt so much better in
-his mind that he had a brisk run along
-the old stone wall and then turned in
-for a good night's sleep.  The next day
-Sammy Jay appeared in the middle of
-the forenoon and demanded more corn.
-Chatterer pretended that he didn't dare
-go for it, but when Sammy insisted that
-he must, he suddenly started for—where
-do you think?  Why, for that
-store-house of his in the hollow rail at
-the edge of the cornfield.  It was a long
-way to go, but that was better than
-running the risk of being seen by
-Farmer Brown's boy.  It took him some
-time, but at last he was back with his
-cheeks stuffed with corn.  Sammy Jay
-pretended to be cross because he had
-been kept waiting so long and grumbled
-all the time he was eating.  He
-pretended to think that the corn was not as
-good as that from Farmer Brown's
-corn-crib and mumbled something
-about telling Shadow the Weasel if
-Chatterer didn't get him some corn
-from the crib the next day.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"You can't!" cried Chatterer in
-triumph.  "You promised not to tell
-Shadow if I kept my promise and got
-you corn whenever you asked for it; but
-I didn't say where I would get it," and
-he chuckled to think that he had been
-smarter than Sammy Jay.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy ate every grain and then
-went off, but as he went, Chatterer
-thought he heard something very like a
-chuckle.  It made him thoughtful and
-a little uneasy, but he couldn't think of
-any way Sammy could get the best of
-him now, so he soon forgot it, and all
-the rest of the day he thought of how
-lucky it was that he had remembered
-that store-house in the hollow rail.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="sammy-jay-makes-a-call"><span class="bold large">XXI</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">SAMMY JAY MAKES A CALL</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Sammy Jay hadn't had so much
-fun for a long time as he was
-having at the expense of Chatterer
-the Red Squirrel.  No, Sir, Sammy
-hadn't had so much fun for as long as
-he could remember.  You see, he and
-Chatterer never had been very good
-friends and always had played sharp
-tricks on each other whenever they had
-the chance.  Sammy had not forgotten
-how Chatterer had stolen the eggs of
-Drummer the Woodpecker in the spring
-and then laid the blame on him, so that
-all the birds of the Old Orchard had
-driven him out until they discovered
-who the real thief was.  Sammy had
-never forgotten or forgiven that sharp,
-mean trick.  And now he was getting
-even.  Right down in his heart he didn't
-want any real harm to come to
-Chatterer, but he did love to see him
-frightened.  But his greatest fun was in
-matching his wits against those of
-Chatterer, for you know both have very
-sharp wits, as scamps are very apt to have.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now all the time he had been mumbling
-and finding fault with the corn
-Chatterer had brought from his storehouse
-in the hollow rail on the edge of
-the cornfield Sammy had only been
-pretending.  Yes, Sir, he had simply been
-pretending.  You see, he had thought of
-that store-house before Chatterer had
-and had thought Chatterer very stupid
-not to have remembered it in the first
-place.  Now that Chatterer had
-remembered it, Sammy was glad, although he
-pretended not to be.  Why was he glad?
-Well, you see, he knew that Chatterer
-was greatly tickled inside because he
-thought that he had proved himself
-smarter than Sammy, and all the time
-Sammy saw another chance to prove to
-Chatterer that he wasn't so smart as
-he thought himself.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>When he left Chatterer, he flew
-straight to the Green Forest and from
-there to the edge of the Green Meadows.
-His sharp eyes searched the Green
-Meadows until they saw his cousin,
-Blacky the Crow.  Sammy flew straight
-over to where Blacky was sitting.  For
-a few minutes they talked together, and
-then both looked over to a tall, lone tree
-out in the middle of the Green
-Meadows, in the top of which sat a black
-form very straight and very still.  In
-fact, to eyes less sharp than those of
-Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow, it
-would have looked very much like a
-part of the tree.  It was Roughleg the
-Hawk watching for Danny Meadow Mouse.</span></p>
-<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 73%" id="figure-49">
-<span id="sammy-flew-straight-over-to-where-blacky-was-sitting"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Sammy flew straight over to where Blacky was sitting." src="images/img-102.jpg" />
-<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin">
-<span class="italics">Sammy flew straight over to where Blacky was sitting.</span></div>
-</div>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Will you do it?" asked Sammy.
-"I don't dare to myself because he
-might have a notion that a fat Jay like
-me would make him a good dinner."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Of course I'll do it," replied
-Blacky.  "Old Roughleg never bothers
-me, and it will be a great joke."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"All right," replied Sammy.  "Be
-on hand where you can see what
-happens to-morrow morning."  And with
-that, Sammy Jay flew back to the Green
-Forest where he could watch.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>In a few minutes Blacky the Crow
-flew over near the tree in which sat
-Roughleg the Hawk.  Presently Sammy
-heard Blacky's harsh voice.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Caw, caw, caw," said Blacky.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Sammy smiled.  It was a signal, and
-he knew that Blacky had done as he had
-said he would.  Then Sammy flew off
-to look for some new mischief with
-which to amuse himself for the rest of
-the day.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-has-a-dreadful-day"><span class="bold large">XXII</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER HAS A DREADFUL DAY</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Chatterer was feeling quite
-like himself, his saucy,
-impudent self, as he peeped out of his
-doorway at daylight.  He felt that he
-had got the best of Sammy Jay the day
-before.  To be sure he had to get corn
-for Sammy, but he did not have to go to
-Farmer Brown's corn-crib for it, and he
-knew that it was the fun of seeing him
-take that risk that Sammy wanted more
-than he did the corn.  He felt that he
-had been smarter than Sammy, and the
-feeling made him quite like his old self.</span></p>
-<blockquote>
-<div>
-<div class="line-block outermost">
-<div class="line"><span>"Chickaro and chickaree,</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>Who is there as smart as me?</span></div>
-</div>
-<div class="line"><span>Chickaro and chickaree,</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>Sharper wits you'll never see."</span></div>
-<div class="line"> </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</blockquote>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Now that was boasting; and boasting
-is one of the most foolish habits in the
-world.  But Chatterer always was a
-boaster and probably always will be.
-So he whisked in and out of the old
-stone wall and said this over and over,
-while he waited for Sammy Jay to
-appear.  He had not gone over to Farmer
-Brown's corn-crib this morning for his
-breakfast, because he felt sure that
-Sammy would come and send him for
-corn, and he knew that he would have
-to go.  But he meant to go down to his
-own store-house in the hollow rail on
-the edge of the cornfield and he could
-eat his fill there.  So he scampered
-about and wished that Sammy would
-hurry up, for he was hungry.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>At last Sammy came, and just as
-Chatterer expected, he demanded the
-corn that Chatterer had promised to get
-for him whenever he should ask for it.
-Right away Chatterer started for the
-cornfield, running along the fences.
-He always did like to run along fences,
-and though it was a long way down
-there, he didn't mind, for it was a sharp,
-cold morning and the run made him feel
-fine.  As he ran, he kept chuckling to
-himself to think how smart he had been
-to think of that store-house and a way
-to keep his promise to Sammy Jay
-without running any risk to himself.  He
-was whisking along the fence on the
-edge of the cornfield and had almost
-reached the hollow rail where he had
-stored the corn.  He stopped to sit up
-on a fence-post and boast once more.</span></p>
-<blockquote>
-<div>
-<div class="line-block outermost">
-<div class="line"><span>"Chickaro and chickaree!</span></div>
-<div class="inner line-block">
-<div class="line"><span>Who is there as smart—"</span></div>
-<div class="line"> </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</blockquote>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>He didn't finish.  Instead his tongue
-seemed to stick to the roof of his mouth
-and his little black eyes looked as if
-they would pop out of his head.  Sitting
-on a post close to the hollow rail was a
-straight, black form watching him with
-cruel, hungry-looking eyes.  It was
-Roughleg the Hawk!  Chatterer gave a
-little gasp of fright.  He whirled
-around and started back along the fence
-as fast as he could make his legs
-go.  Instantly Roughleg spread his
-great wings and sailed after him.
-Chatterer hadn't gone the length of
-two rails before Roughleg was over
-him.  With his great, cruel claws
-spread wide, he suddenly swooped
-down.  Chatterer dodged to the under
-side of the rail just in time, the very
-nick of time.  Roughleg screamed with
-disappointment, and that scream had
-such a fierce sound that Chatterer
-shivered all over.</span></p>
-<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 73%" id="figure-50">
-<span id="chatterer-gave-a-little-gasp-of-fright"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Chatterer gave a little gasp of fright." src="images/img-108.jpg" />
-<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin">
-<span class="italics">Chatterer gave a little gasp of fright.</span></div>
-</div>
-<p class="pnext"><span>How he ever got back to the Old
-Orchard he hardly knew himself.  Ever
-so many times he just managed to dodge
-those great claws.  But he did get there
-at last, out of breath and tired and
-frightened.  There sat Sammy Jay,
-waiting for his corn.  He pretended to
-be very angry because Chatterer had
-none and threatened to go straight to
-the Green Forest and tell Shadow the
-Weasel where Chatterer was living.
-There was nothing for Chatterer to do
-but to go over to the corn-crib as soon
-as he had rested a little.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"It's been a dreadful day, a perfectly
-dreadful day," said Chatterer to
-himself, as he curled up in bed for the
-night.  "I wonder—I wonder how old
-Roughleg happened to be sitting on
-that fence-post this morning."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>But Sammy Jay didn't wonder; he knew.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-hits-on-a-plan-at-last"><span class="bold large">XXIII</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER HITS ON A PLAN AT LAST</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Each time that Chatterer thought
-himself smarter than Sammy
-Jay, he found that he wasn't as
-smart as he thought he was, and this
-always made him feel mortified.  He
-just couldn't admit even to himself that
-Sammy was the smartest, and yet here
-he was every day bringing corn for
-Sammy from Farmer Brown's
-corn-crib whenever Sammy told him to, and
-running the risk of being seen by
-Farmer Brown's boy, all because he
-hadn't been able to think of some way
-to outwit Sammy.  Once more after he
-had such a narrow escape from old
-Roughleg the Hawk, he had tried going
-down to his store-house at the edge of
-the cornfield, but he had found
-Roughleg on watch and had turned back.
-From the way Sammy Jay had grinned
-when he saw Chatterer coming back,
-Chatterer had made up his mind that
-Sammy knew something about how old
-Roughleg happened to have found out
-about that store-house and so been on
-the watch.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now all this time, Sammy Jay was
-having a great deal of fun out of
-Chatterer's trouble.  Each time that
-Chatterer thought of a plan to outwit
-Sammy, he would find that Sammy had
-already thought of it and a way to make
-the plan quite useless.  You see, Sammy
-used to spend a great deal of his time
-when he was alone in the Green Forest
-pretending that he was in the same fix
-as Chatterer and then trying to think of
-some way out of it.  So it was that
-Chatterer never could think of a plan
-that Sammy hadn't already thought of.
-And yet there was a way to cheat
-Sammy out of his fun, though not out
-of his corn, and it really was the fun of
-seeing Chatterer so worried that
-Sammy cared most about.  Sammy had
-thought of it almost at once, and it
-seemed to him that Chatterer was very,
-very stupid not to think of it, too.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"He will think of it some day, and
-I don't see any way to upset such a
-simple plan," said Sammy to himself
-and then fell to studying some new way
-to torment Chatterer.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>And at last Chatterer did think of it.
-It was such a simple plan!  Probably
-that was why he hadn't thought of it
-before.  All he had to do was to go over
-to Farmer Brown's corn-crib at break
-of day, before any one in Farmer
-Brown's house was awake, just as he
-had been doing, only make two or three
-trips and store a lot of corn in a safe
-hiding place in the old stone wall.
-Then, when Sammy Jay demanded
-corn, he could get it without trouble or
-danger.  He tried it, and it worked
-splendidly.  Sammy Jay got his corn,
-but he didn't get any fun, and he cared
-more for the fun of seeing Chatterer in
-trouble than he did for the corn.  So,
-after two or three mornings, Sammy
-didn't come up to the Old Orchard, and
-Chatterer chuckled as he stored up the
-corn, not in one place, but in several
-places.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now, while Sammy Jay seemed to
-have grown tired of corn, he was doing
-a lot of thinking.  He had no idea of
-leaving Chatterer alone.  He had just
-got to think of some way of upsetting
-Chatterer's simple plan.  It was Reddy
-Fox who finally gave him the idea.  He
-saw Reddy trotting down the Lone
-Little Path through the Green Forest, and
-right away the idea came to him.  He
-would tell Reddy where Chatterer was
-storing the corn in the old stone wall,
-and Reddy would hide close by.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Of course I don't want Reddy to
-catch Chatterer, but I can prevent that
-by warning him just in time.  But he
-will be so frightened that he won't dare
-go to that place for corn again in a
-hurry, and so will have to go to the
-corn-crib for it," thought Sammy, and
-hurried to tell Reddy Fox about the
-place half way along the old stone wall
-where Chatterer had hidden his corn.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst" id="chatterer-has-his-turn-to-laugh"><span class="bold large">XXIV</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">CHATTERER HAS HIS TURN TO LAUGH</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="pfirst"><span>Sammy Jay had not been up to
-the Old Orchard for several days,
-and Chatterer the Red Squirrel
-was beginning to wonder if Sammy had
-grown tired of corn.  But Chatterer had
-learned that it is always best to be
-prepared, and so every morning, when he
-had visited Farmer Brown's corn-crib,
-he had brought a generous supply back
-to the Old Orchard and hidden it in
-several secret places in different parts of
-the stone wall and some in a certain
-hollow in an old apple-tree.  Chatterer
-couldn't quite believe that Sammy had
-given up all hope of making him more
-trouble, so he meant to be prepared.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>So when Sammy did appear early one
-morning, Chatterer was not in the least
-surprised.  He pretended to be glad to
-see Sammy.  In fact, he was almost
-glad.  You see, Sammy had so many
-times proved his wits to be sharper
-than Chatterer's, that Chatterer wanted
-to get even.  There was a sparkle of
-mischief in Sammy's eyes.  Chatterer
-saw it right away, and he guessed that
-Sammy had some new plan under that
-pert cap of his.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Good morning, Sammy Jay," said
-Chatterer, pretending to be polite.  "I
-had begun to think that you were tired
-of corn.  I have some very nice corn
-ready for you, the very best I could find
-in Farmer Brown's corn-crib.  Will you
-have some this morning?"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"I believe I will," replied Sammy,
-also pretending to be very polite.  "It
-is very nice of you to pick out the best
-corn for me, and the very thought of it
-makes me hungry.  I believe I would
-like some this very minute."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>As he spoke, he turned his head to
-hide a grin, for, thought he, "of course
-Chatterer will go straight to that
-hiding place in the stone wall and then we
-shall see some fun."  He glanced
-hastily in that direction, and he saw a
-patch of red half hidden behind the
-wall, and he knew that it was the red
-coat of Reddy Fox.  Reddy was hiding
-just where Sammy had told him to.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>Now Chatterer had been doing some
-quick thinking.  He remembered the
-sharp tricks Sammy had played on him
-before, and he didn't have the least
-doubt that Sammy had planned
-another.  "Of course, he expects me to go
-straight to that place where he knows
-I have hidden corn for him, and if he
-has planned any trouble for me, that is
-where it will be," thought Chatterer.
-"I think I'll get the corn from one of
-the hiding places he doesn't know about."</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>With that Chatterer ran swiftly out
-along a branch of the tree he was in,
-leaped across to another tree and then
-to a third, the one in which was the
-hollow in which he had put some of the
-corn.  In a few minutes he was back,
-with his cheeks stuffed full.  Sammy
-Jay pretended to be very much pleased,
-but he ate it as if he had lost his
-appetite, as indeed he had.  You see, he was
-wondering what he should say to Reddy
-Fox, to whom he had promised a chance
-to catch Chatterer.  He knew that
-Reddy would think that it was all one
-of Sammy's tricks.  So without waiting
-to finish all the corn, Sammy politely
-said good-by and flew away to the
-deepest part of the Green Forest.</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>"Ha, ha, ha!  Ho, ho, ho!" laughed
-Chatterer, as his sharp eyes spied
-Reddy Fox, trying to creep away
-without being seen.  "Ha, ha, ha!  Ho, ho,
-ho!  It's my turn to laugh.  Ha, ha, ha!
-Ho, ho, ho!"</span></p>
-<p class="pnext"><span>And so for the time being Chatterer
-had the last laugh, though Sammy Jay
-knew well that his turn would come
-again, if only he were patient.  But he
-had other things to think of.  You see,
-he was very much interested in the
-adventures of Buster Bear.  And if you
-are interested in them too, you may
-read all about them in another book
-devoted wholly to the things that
-happened when Buster came to live in the
-Green Forest.</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span>THE END</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span>*      *      *      *      *      *      *      *</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">BOOKS BY</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">THORNTON W. BURGESS</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">BEDTIME STORY-BOOKS</span></p>
-<p class="center pnext"><span class="medium">THE ADVENTURES OF:</span></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><span>1. REDDY FOX
-<br />2. JOHNNY CHUCK
-<br />3. PETER COTTONTAIL
-<br />4. UNC' BILLY POSSUM
-<br />5. MR. MOCKER
-<br />6. JERRY MUSKRAT
-<br />7. DANNY MEADOW MOUSE
-<br />8. GRANDFATHER FROG
-<br />9. CHATTERER, THE RED SQUIRREL
-<br />10. SAMMY JAY
-<br />11. BUSTER BEAR
-<br />12. OLD MR. TOAD
-<br />13. PRICKLY PORKY
-<br />14. OLD MAN COYOTE
-<br />15. PADDY THE BEAVER
-<br />16. POOR MRS. QUACK
-<br />17. BOBBY COON
-<br />18. JIMMY SKUNK
-<br />19. BOB WHITE
-<br />20. OL' MISTAH BUZZARD</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">MOTHER WEST WIND SERIES</span></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><span>1. OLD MOTHER WEST WIND
-<br />2. MOTHER WEST WIND'S CHILDREN
-<br />3. MOTHER WEST WIND'S ANIMAL FRIENDS
-<br />4. MOTHER WEST WIND'S NEIGHBORS
-<br />5. MOTHER WEST WIND "WHY" STORIES
-<br />6. MOTHER WEST WIND "HOW" STORIES
-<br />7. MOTHER WEST WIND "WHEN" STORIES
-<br />8. MOTHER WEST WIND "WHERE" STORIES</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">GREEN MEADOW SERIES</span></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><span>1. HAPPY JACK
-<br />2. MRS. PETER RABBIT
-<br />3. BOWSER THE HOUND
-<br />4. OLD GRANNY Fox</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">GREEN FOREST SERIES</span></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><span>1. LIGHTFOOT THE DEER
-<br />2. BLACKY THE CROW
-<br />3. WHITEFOOT THE WOOD MOUSE
-<br />4. BUSTER BEAR'S TWINS</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">WISHING-STONE SERIES</span></p>
-<p class="noindent pnext"><span>1. TOMMY AND THE WISHING-STONE
-<br />2. TOMMY'S WISHES COME TRUE
-<br />3. TOMMY'S CHANGE OF HEART</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em">
-</div>
-<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>THE BURGESS BIRD BOOK FOR CHILDREN
-<br />THE BURGESS ANIMAL BOOK FOR CHILDREN
-<br />THE BURGESS FLOWER BOOK FOR CHILDREN</span></p>
-<div class="vspace" style="height: 6em">
-</div>
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