“Garden—when I saw him,” said Wendell. “But he might live on the Common for all I know.”
“Some nutty squirrel,” said the Pixie dejectedly, “to block my game that way!” He sat fingering the acorn as if he hoped it would turn into something else.
“Ah!” he said, brightening suddenly. “But I’ve thought of something for the third test that’s a sticker.”
“What is it? A postage stamp?” asked Wendell.
“You won’t feel so funny, young man, when you know what it is,” said the Pixie, glaring.
CHAPTER V
A FROG SOMEWHAT OUT OF THE COMMON
“Now, that’s not bad,” conceded the Pixie. “I may use that some time. No,” triumphantly, “it’s a frog from the Frog Pond.”
“Je-hoshaphat!” exclaimed Wendell. “You’ve got me this time.”
The Pixie grinned. “I certainly think so,” said he.