up. Then she fed him again after they
had gone to school, and also just before they came home at night. She
knew that if she fed him when they were at home, they would want to go
with her; and it would frighten the squirrel to see so many strange
faces,--even if the boys should try to be as still as possible.

One morning, Mary Anna and the boys were down near the mole, and were
talking about the squirrel. David and Dwight were sailing their boats,
and Mary Anna was sitting with Caleb upon a bench which David had made
for his mother, close to the shore. Caleb's junk was upon the ground by
his side. Caleb asked Mary Anna when she was going to let her squirrel
out.

"O, I don't know," said she, "perhaps in a week more."

"A week!" said Dwight, pushing his boat off from the shore, "I wouldn't
wait so long as that."

"Why, when I first had him, you wanted to have me keep him in a cage all
the time."

"I know it," said Dwight; "but now I want to see whether he will run
away."

"I would not try yet," said David--"but you'd better have a name for
him, Marianne."

"I have got a name for him," said she.

"What is it?" said Dwight, eagerly.

"Mungo."

"Mungo!" repeated Dwight; "I don't think that is a very good name. What
made you think of that name?"

"O, I heard of a traveller once, named Mungo. The whole of his name was
Mungo Park; but I thought Mungo was enough for my squirrel."

"_He_ has not been much of a traveller," said Dwight.

"O, yes," replied Mary Anna, "I think it probable he has travelled about
the woods a great deal."

"Did Mungo Park travel in the woods?"

"Yes, in Africa. I think Mungo knows his name too," said Mary Anna.

"Do you," said Dwight. "Why?"

"Why, whenever I go to feed him," said Mary Anna, "I call Mungo! Mungo!
and drop my nuts and corn down through the wires into the hole. And now
he begins to come down when he hears my voice, and the little rogue
catches up a nut and runs off with it."

"Does he?" said Caleb. "O, I wish you would let him out. I don't believe
he would run away."

"Not just yet," said Mary Anna.

"But if you don't let him out pretty soon, I shall be gone," said Caleb;
"for I am going to Boston, you know, next week."

"So you are," said Mary Anna; "I forgot that."

Caleb's father and mother were coming up from Boston that week, and they
had written something about taking Caleb back with them, when they
returned. Caleb was much pleased with this idea. He