The blowing away of Mr. Bushy Tail

THE BLOWING AWAY OF MR. BUSHY TAIL
By EDITH B. DAVIDSON
Pictures by CLARA E. ATWOOD
NEW YORK DUFFIELD AND COMPANY 1910
It had been an exceptionally cold winter, and Mr. and Mrs. Bushy Tail had found it very difficult to keep themselves and their two small children warm.
They had finally moved into Grandmother Chipmunk’s house tree, which seemed to be more protected from the high winds and the heavy snow-storms, than their own pretty little nest. The rooms were rather small, however, and Grandmother Chipmunk snored most awfully, so that for several nights Baby Bushy Tail could not sleep.
One cold snowy day, Mrs. Bushy Tail came into the living-room with a very sober face.
“My dear,” she said to her husband, “the acorns and pine-cones are nearly gone, and with the exception of a few dried apples and lettuce leaves, there is nothing left in the cupboard.”
“Ttt, Ttt,” said Grandma Chipmunk, laying down her knitting, and looking over her spectacles. “Whatever shall we do? Starve?”
Thereupon little Frisky, the oldest boy, set up a fearsome squeaking, for he liked good things to eat, and did not want to starve.
Of course that started the baby off, and for a few moments no one could hear themselves think, much less talk.
Frisky having been sent out of the room, and the baby being pacified with an acorn-cup to play with, Mr. Bushy Tail spoke: