“Such a one as our Frank went sailing upon?” asked Mary.
“Very much, I dare say,” said the father, and went on with the story.
“There were plenty of fine apple and nut trees near his home, and a delightful large playground for Master Bob, all round the tree. Robert’s father and mother always loved to see him playing here where he was safe and happy, for he was their only son.”
“Had he a sister?” asked Mary.
“Yes,” replied Mr. Goodman, “one.”
“Oh, I say this is not fair, father!” cried Frank.
“What?” asked his father.
“Oh, you know what I mean,” answered Frank, pretending to be very much displeased, although he was really as anxious to hear the rest as his sister Mary was. The parents exchanged pleased glances, and Mr. Goodman continued:
“The peaceable life of a well-disposed and well-behaved young squirrel did not seem to suit the temper and disposition of Master Bob. He was continually running away from home, and putting his good father and mother in trouble to know what had become of him; and at last he wished, like some bad boys I have heard of, that he could get away from the care and control of his parents altogether. He saw that some wild young squirrels of his acquaintance, whose friends did not do their duty by them, were left to go when they pleased, and come home when it suited them; and he desired, in search of the largest liberty, to go to sea.”
“Oh father!” interrupted Mary, “that’s what Frank is always a-saying!”