addy the Beaver say that to Jerry Muskrat, it
made him swell up all over with pure pride. You see, Sammy is so used to
hearing bad things about himself that to hear something nice like that
pleased him immensely. He straightway forgot all the mean things he had
said to Paddy when he first saw him--how he had called him a thief
because he had cut the aspen-trees he needed. He forgot all this. He
forgot how Paddy had made him the laughing-stock of the Green Forest and
the Green Meadows by cutting down the very tree in which he had been
sitting. He forgot everything but that Paddy had trusted him to keep
watch and now was saying nice things about him. He made up his mind that
he would deserve all the nice things that Paddy could say, and he
thought that Paddy was the finest fellow in the world.

Jerry Muskrat looked doubtful. He didn't trust Sammy, and he took
care not to go far from the water when he heard that Old Man Coyote
had been hanging around. But Paddy worked away just as if he hadn't
a fear in the world.

"The way to make people want to be trusted is to trust them," said he
to himself. "If I show Sammy Jay that I don't really trust him, he will
think it is of no use to try and will give it up. But if I do trust him,
and he knows that I do, he'll be the best watchman in the Green Forest."

And this shows that Paddy the Beaver has a great deal of wisdom, for it
was just as he thought. Sammy was on hand bright and early every
morning. He made sure that Old Man Coyote was nowhere in the Green
Forest, and then he settled himself comfortably in the top of a tall
pine-tree where he could see all that was going on while Paddy the
Beaver worked.

Paddy had finished his canal, and a beautiful canal it was, leading
straight from his pond up to the aspen-trees. As soon as he had finished
it, he began to cut the trees. As soon as one was down he would cut it
into short lengths and roll them into the canal. Then he would float
them out to his pond and over to his storehouse. He took the larger
branches, on which there was sweet, tender bark, in the same way, for
Paddy is never wasteful.

After a while he went over to his storehouse, which, you know, was
nothing but a great pile of aspen-logs and branches in his pond close by
his house. He studied it very carefully. Then he swam back and climbed
up on the bank of his canal.

"Mr. Jay," said he, "I think our work is about finished."

"What!" cried Sammy, "Aren't you goin