uirrel had
gnawed and see the squirrel inside.

"Do you see him?" asked Phonny.

"I see the tip of his tail," said Dorothy, "curling over. The whole
squirrel is there somewhere, I've no doubt."

Phonny then went out again to find Stuyvesant. He was careful to walk
softly and to shut all the doors after him.

He found Stuyvesant and Beechnut in the barn. Beechnut was raking up
the loose hay which had been pitched down upon the barn floor, and
Stuyvesant was standing beside him.

"Beechnut," said Phonny, "just look at my squirrel. You can peep
through this little hole where he was trying to gnaw out."

Phonny held the trap up and Beechnut peeped through the hole.

"Yes," said he, "I see the top of his head His name is Frink."

"Frink?" repeated Phonny, "how do you know?"

"I think that must be his name," said Beechnut. "If you don't believe
it, try and see if you can make him answer to any other name. If you
can I'll give it up."

"Nonsense, Beechnut," said Phonny. "That is only some of your fun. But
Frink will be a very good name for him, nevertheless. Only I was going
to call him Bunny."

"I don't think his name is Bunny," said Beechnut. "I knew Bunny. He
was a squirrel that belonged to Rodolphus. He got away and ran off
into the woods, but I don't think that this is the same one."

"I'll call him Frink," said Phonny. "But what would you do with him if
you were in my place?"

"Me?" said Beechnut.

"Yes," said Phonny.

"Well, I think," said Beechnut, stopping his work a moment, and
leaning on his rake, and drawing a long breath, as if what he was
about to say was the result of very anxious deliberation, "I think
that on the whole, if that squirrel were mine, I should put two large
baskets up in the barn-chamber, and send him into the woods this fall
to get beechnuts, and hazelnuts, and fill the baskets. One basket for
beechnuts and one for hazelnuts, and I would give him a month to fill
them."

[Illustration: BEECHNUT'S ADVICE.]

"Nonsense, Beechnut," said Phonny, "you are only making fun. If I were
to let him go off into the woods, he never would come back again."

"Why, do you suppose," said Beechnut, "that he would rather be running
about in the woods than to live in that trap?"

"Yes," said Phonny.

"Then," said Beechnut, "you must make him a beautiful cage, and have
it so convenient and comfortable for him, that he shall like it better
than he does the woods. That would not be difficult, o