With little squeals of joy Sister Gray Squirrel and Brother Gray Squirrel stood up on their haunches and reached their little paws into the pail of berries, and ate and ate. Then they filled their pockets full and the juice all ran down on their little gray dresses, but they didn't care, and then they ran up the big birch tree to take some to Father and Mother. They were just in time, too, for Old Dog Sandy came trotting back and barked at them.
"I'm glad you are safely back," said Mother Gray Squirrel, "for while you may be able to trust some people, you certainly can not trust dogs and cats."
Buddy laughed. "See what a bad opinion folks have of you, Old Dog Sandy," said he, as he filled his pail again.
When he took the berries to Mary the cook, she said, "Your lunch is all cold, Buddy. Didn't you hear the horn?"
"Yes, I heard it," said Buddy. "But I had to pick some more berries. Some little gray tramps ate part of what I had gathered."
"Tramps!" said Mary the cook. "We don't allow tramps here on this farm. You'd better speak to Old Bob the gardener about it."
Buddy Jim smiled. He knew Old Bob the gardener would never object to his little gray tramps!
