.
Then he cleaned and oiled it, put it together again, and once more it
started. This time it was a complete success. How Bertie clapped his
hands, as the steam hissed, and the boat went round and round, as if it
were alive!

It was half an hour before the water in the little boiler gave out.

BERTIE'S MAMMA.

A STORY ABOUT SQUIRRELS.

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FREDDIE is a bright little boy six years old. He goes with his papa and
mamma every summer to stay a few months at a nice place in the country.
In front of the house, near the fence, stands a large elm-tree, which is
the home of many little squirrels.

One day Freddie got his papa to build him a small shelf on the tree,
about four feet from the ground, so that he could put nuts on it to feed
the squirrels. At first the little fellows were very shy, and would not
come near the shelf, but sat on the branches of the tree; and we fancied
that we heard them saying to each other, "Do you think that little boy
would hurt us, if we should run down, and take one of those nuts?"

But, after a while, they came down, one by one, took the nuts, and went
scampering up to the top branches; and in a few minutes down came the
empty shells. They grew so tame before the summer was over, that if we
put any thing on their shelf, and took a seat a few steps away, they
would come down quite boldly, and get their breakfast.

One day we put a small ear of sweet-corn on the shelf. Pretty soon a
little squirrel came after it; but it was too heavy for him: so he sat
down on the shelf, as though quite at home, ate off about half of the
kernels of corn, to make his burden lighter, and, after trying many
times, finally got it up to his hiding-place. Presently we saw all the
squirrels running to that part of the tree, and we thought he might be
having a squirrel-party in his best parlor.

There was a large pond not very far away; and we often saw the squirrels
go from tree to tree, jump a fence here and there, and run down behind a
stone wall to the pond to get a drink, and then run home again. If they
had only known as much as some squirrels we read about, what a nice sail
they might have had by jumping on a piece of wood, and putting their
bushy tails up in the air for a sail! Wouldn't it look funny to see a
squirrel yacht-race?

As we sit in our warm rooms this cold weather, we often wonder what the
little fellows are doing, and if t