"What are you doing here?" Sammie asked the squirrel.
"Me? Oh, I am moving into a new nest. I am getting ready for spring."
"A new nest!" exclaimed Sammie, and, all at once, he thought of Mrs. Wren, who could not find a nest-house to live in. "What are you going to do with your old nest?" the little boy rabbit asked.
"Why leave it, to be sure. I never move my nest."
"Don't you want it any more?"
"Not in the least. I am through with it."
"May I have it?" asked Sammie, very politely.
"You? What can a rabbit do with a nest in a tree? They live in burrows."
"I know that," Sammie admitted. "I was not asking for myself," and then he told the squirrel about Mrs. Wren. "May she have your old nest?" he asked.
"Why, yes, if she likes it," the squirrel replied. "Only I am afraid she will find it rather large for such a little bird."