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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the </span><a class="reference internal" href="#project-gutenberg-license">Project Gutenberg License</a><span> -included with this eBook or online at -</span><a class="reference external" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/license">http://www.gutenberg.org/license</a><span>.</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="align-None container" id="pg-machine-header"> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>Title: The Adventures of Sammy Jay -<br /> -<br />Author: Thornton W. Burgess -<br /> -<br />Release Date: August 29, 2013 [EBook #43596] -<br /> -<br />Language: English -<br /> -<br />Character set encoding: UTF-8</span></p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-start-line"><span>*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK </span><span>THE ADVENTURES OF SAMMY JAY</span><span> ***</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-produced-by"><span>Produced by Al Haines.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span></span></p> -</div> -<div class="align-None container coverpage"> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 69%" id="figure-46"> -<span id="cover"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Cover" src="images/img-cover.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Cover</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container frontispiece"> -<p class="center pfirst" id="matter-enough-reddy-fox-matter-enough-snapped-sammy-jay"><span>"Matter enough, Reddy Fox! Matter enough!" snapped -<br />Sammy Jay . . . </span><em class="italics">Frontispiece</em><span> (missing from book) (Page </span><a class="reference internal" href="#id1">60</a><span>)</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container titlepage"> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">The Bedtime Story-Books</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="x-large">THE ADVENTURES OF -<br />SAMMY JAY</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">BY</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="large">THORNTON W. BURGESS</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="small">Author of "Old Mother West Wind," "Mother West -<br />Wind 'Why' Stories," "Adventures -<br />of Mr. Mocker," etc.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><em class="italics small">With Illustrations by -<br />HARRISON CADY</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">BOSTON -<br />LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY -<br />1924</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container verso"> -<p class="center pfirst"><em class="italics small">Copyright, 1915,</em><span class="small"> -<br />BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><em class="italics small">All rights reserved</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="small">PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">CONTENTS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span></p> -<ol class="upperroman simple"> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-jay-makes-a-fuss">Sammy Jay Makes a Fuss</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#a-bitter-disappointment">A Bitter Disappointment</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-vanity-of-sammy-jay">The Vanity of Sammy Jay</a></p> -</li> -<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> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-jay-brings-news">Sammy Jay Brings News</a></p> -</li> -<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> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-works-hard">Chatterer Works Hard</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#sammy-jay-drops-a-hint">Sammy Jay Drops a Hint</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-screws-up-his-courage">Chatterer Screws up His Courage</a></p> -</li> -<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> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-grows-reckless">Chatterer Grows Reckless</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#chatterer-frightens-sammy-jay">Chatterer Frightens Sammy Jay</a></p> -</li> -<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> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#reddy-fox-plays-spy">Reddy Fox Plays Spy</a></p> -</li> -<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=""No-o-o," 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. 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