n affectionate attitude gazing admiringly up
at the house. "The nerve of some people" thought Mother Squirrel,
shaking with indignation. "They seem to think it's a bird house. It's
that 'FOR RENT' sign. The idea of their talking about our house like
that! But I'll fix _them_." Mother Squirrel poked her head out of
the little round door very suddenly and glaring with a very fierce
expression, she exclaimed in a loud voice: "THE CAT'S COMING"!

The Newly-wed Robins both turned very pale and flew--I think they're
flying yet. Mother Squirrel chuckled to herself but decided to take no
more risks so she climbed up the roof and took down the "FOR RENT"
sign.

Soon Father Squirrel and the children Whiffet, Skiffet and Skud, each
carrying a bag came scampering up the tree trunk. Mother Squirrel made
them nearly die laughing when she told them how she had frightened the
Newly-wed Robins.

Then Father Squirrel turned the "FOR RENT" sign over and painted on
the other side the words "NO TRESPASSING" and placed it on the corner
of the porch.

This is how the Squirrel family found their new home but I will tell
you something that they do not even suspect. The little brown house is
a bird house built by Tom the farmer's son for his little sister
Polly.

The thickening leaves had hidden it from view and little Polly had
forgotten all about it.

Whiffet, Skiffet and Skud led a jolly life in the old chestnut tree.
They played from the topmost branch to the lowest limb but Mother
Squirrel would not let them go down the tree trunk to the ground for
fear of cats. Whiffet Squirrel the tiniest of the three could think of
more mischief than her two big brothers Skiffet and Skud put together.
She was not afraid of anything and was always bossing her brothers and
leading them into trouble.

One morning early she ran out on the large limb on which the little
brown house rested and found that it almost reached to one of the
windows of the farmhouse. Peeping in the window she saw a pretty
little girl asleep in a small white bed. She leaped lightly to the
window-sill and looked around her. In one corner of the room she saw
many toys and dolls of every description, but the thing that attracted
her the most was a dear little doll's trunk. It was standing at the
foot of the doll's bed. "Just the right size for a squirrel" she
thought to herself. Just then Polly turned over in her sleep and
Whiffet scampered up the limb and back home as fast as