"Glad you haven't, Cousin Betty," said Buddy, "and I hope that no one ever catches my Little Neighbor, the Musquash child, to make a coat from his skin."
He was thinking about old Bob's story of the Fairies
BUDDY JIM AND THE WOOD-CHUCK PEOPLE
The Mountain Ash was wearing
Her beads of coral red,
And the fuzzy caterpillars
Were all looking for a bed;
The Thistle birds were calling,
And the air was crisp and clear,
"Summer has gone," said Buddy Jim
"And Winter'll soon be here."
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