use. So he went to the window. And then Frisky
Squirrel was really frightened. The window was shut!

You see, while Frisky was so busy eating butternuts, a storm was
gathering. And it grew so dark, and the wind howled so shrilly, that
Farmer Green's wife thought she had better shut the attic window, to
keep the rain from beating in.

How Frisky Squirrel did wish he had minded his mother and kept away
from old Mr. Crow! Poor Frisky looked out through the little square
panes of glass. His friend Mr. Crow was nowhere to be seen. Frisky had
hoped that the old gentleman would be waiting for him, and that since
Mr. Crow had told him how to get inside the attic he would be able to
tell him how to get out again.

The wind swept the branches of the tall tree back and forth across the
window. How easy it would have been--if the window had been open--to hop
out upon one of those swaying limbs! Frisky pressed his soft little
body close against the glass and pushed as hard as he could. But he
couldn't break out of his prison. It was a queer thing--that glass! He
could see through it just as if there was nothing there; and yet it
held him fast. Frisky could not understand it.

XVII

Farmer Green's Cat

There were plenty of nuts in the attic of Farmer Green's house, where
Frisky Squirrel found himself a prisoner. And you might think that he
wouldn't have felt so unhappy to be there. But Frisky was unhappy. He
was so frightened that he crept into a corner and stayed there,
shivering, for a long time. And he couldn't have eaten a single one of
those nuts if he had tried. He wanted to be free. He wanted to be out
of doors. He wanted to go home.

After a time the storm passed. The wind stopped blowing. And the sun
shone again. But nobody came to the attic to open the window. When it
grew quite light Frisky did not feel so frightened. And at last he
crept out of his corner and went nosing about the room, hoping to find
a hole big enough to squeeze through.

Now, you must not think Frisky Squirrel was stupid, when I tell you
that the door was open all this time. It was open just the smallest
crack, for Farmer Green's wife hadn't quite closed it when she went
downstairs. Frisky had been too frightened to notice it. Besides, the
attic had been dark, you know.

Well, when Frisky found that crack he was the happiest little fellow
you ever saw. It was only a narrow opening; but he slipped through it.
And there he was, right a