few kernels of corn. But Henrietta Hen had been there
before him and there wasn't one kernel left. He ran here and there about
the yard. And at last, when quite near the woodshed door, he sat up
suddenly, twitched his nose a few times, and said, "Ha! I smell
beechnuts!"

Now, that was not strange. Johnnie Green had been eating beechnuts in
the woodshed doorway. And he had scattered the shucks on the broad
stone step. Frisky Squirrel began nosing them. And just out of sight
inside the woodshed Miss Kitty Cat awoke from a short nap, stopped right
in the middle of a long stretch, and said, "Ha! I smell a squirrel!"

Miss Kitty Cat was wide awake in an instant. She flattened herself upon
the woodshed floor and crept silently to the door. Though she didn't
make the slightest sound, all at once Frisky Squirrel's nose twitched
again, as he muttered to himself, "There's a very queer smell about
these beechnut shucks!"

He was sitting on the edge of the stone doorstep with a bit of beechnut
clutched in his paws. And when he looked up and saw somebody's nose
appear in the doorway he tumbled right over backward. The only sound he
made came from the beechnut shuck, which made a faint click as it fell
upon the stone. And Miss Kitty Cat's sharp ears caught it.

VII

TWO IN A TREE

WHEN Miss Kitty Cat dashed out of the woodshed Frisky Squirrel was two
jumps ahead of her. That was really a better lead than it sounds. Frisky
was always a good jumper. And the more scared he was, the further he
could leap. Anybody that knew him well would have known then--just to
see him--that something had given him a great fright.

First he had noticed a strange smell. Next he had seen a strange nose
come stealing out of the woodshed door. And not knowing who was going to
follow that nose, Frisky Squirrel felt that the sooner he climbed a
tree the better it would be for him. So he made for a tall elm that
wasn't too far away.

Though Miss Kitty Cat was a fast runner, Frisky reached the foot of the
tree ahead of her. And he was half way to the lowest branches before he
took a real look at his pursuer.

To his dismay he saw that the creature hadn't stopped at the foot of the
tree. The monster had already begun climbing after him. Frisky had never
seen any one just like this fierce person. One look was enough for him.
He pushed higher and higher into the tree-top and crept far out on a
drooping limb, which swayed beneath his weight as he