Presently he came in and sailed straight over to where his house used to be.
You should have seen his face! But Mother Squirrel called, "We've moved, we live up here now."
"Well, well," said Daddy Flying Squirrel, "where did you ever get this house? And where are the babies?"
"All safely tucked in bed, bless their hearts," said Mother Flying Squirrel. "This house is a present from our new neighbor, Buddy Jim. There he is over there on the hay."
"A Boy!" gasped Daddy Flying Squirrel. "Now we shall have to move."
"Indeed we won't," said Mother Flying Squirrel, "Buddy Jim is the right kind of a boy. He takes care of small creatures instead of hurting them."
Just then came the call to supper. "Where have you been so long Buddy Jim?" asked his father.
"I was fixing a house for the flying Squirrels and their babies, up in the hay loft, Daddy," answered the little boy. "I'm going to tame them. I'm going to get them so tame that they will eat out of my hand before the summer is over."
"He will do it, too," said Old Bob the gardener to Mary the maid. "All the little animals around the place seem to love Buddy. He's so good to them."