SO MR. 'POSSUM PROMISED, AND MR. 'COON UNTIED HIM
So then they crept softly in among the green leaves and branches and looked through, and what do you think they saw?
The Story Teller turns to the Little Lady, who seems a good deal excited.
"Why, why, what did they see?" she says. "Tell me, quick!"
"Why," the Story Teller goes on, "they saw the Little Lady and the Story Teller having a picnic too, with all the nice things spread out by a rock, under the hemlock-trees."
"Oh," gasps the Little Lady, "did they really see us? and are they there now?"
"They might be," says the Story Teller. "The Hollow Tree People slip around very softly. Anyway, they were there then, and it was the first time they had ever seen the Little Lady and the Story Teller so close. And they watched them until they were all through with their picnic and had gathered up their things. Then the 'Coon and the 'Possum and Old Black Crow slipped away again, and crept over the wall and gathered up their own things and set out for home very happy."
The Little Lady grasps the Story Teller's hand.