Baby brother was crying because he had been left alone. He wished Mewanee to play with him.
Mewanee shouted to his brother as he ran along.
He shouted again and again, for he wished baby brother to know that he was coming.
Baby brother heard Mewanee’s call and stopped crying. He could not answer Mewanee because he was only a baby and could not talk.
Mewanee soon reached the tree where baby brother’s cradle hung.
How nimbly he climbed the tall tree so that he might be very near his brother!
Mewanee peeped into the cradle and spoke to the little boy. Baby brother smiled at Mewanee. His tiny face wrinkled all up and Mewanee could hardly see his little black eyes.
Baby brother looked very much like Mewanee, but of course he was only a baby, and Mewanee was a big boy nearly twelve years old.
What fun the two brothers had as they watched the little grey squirrels frisk in and out among the branches of the very tree from which baby brother’s cradle hung!