Slowly and carefully the two little beaver boys went toward where they heard the voice. It was still crying away like this:
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Will no one come and take care of me? Oh, dear!"
"It's in that old stump over there," said Toodle after a bit of looking about.
"Yes, that's where it is," agreed Noodle. "The stump is hollow and some poor chap is inside it."
So Toodle and Noodle went up to the hollow stump, and they stood up on their tippy-toes, and they looked in, and at first it was so dark they couldn't see anything, and then—and then—all of a sudden—they looked once more, and—what do you think they found?
Why, there was the dearest, sweetest, cutest little baby beaver girl you ever saw! She was all dressed in a long blue-pink-yellow dress, and she had a little bottle of milk in one paw and a rubber rattle-box in the other, but she was crying, this little baby beaver girl was, and she seemed so lonesome and afraid that Toodle and Noodle felt very sorry for her, and loved her at once.
"Oh, look!" cried Toodle. "A baby in a hollow stump!"
"Yes, and maybe we can take her home and keep her for our little sister," said Noodle. "Oh, joy!"
"Oh, dear!" said the little baby beaver.
"What's the matter?" asked Noodle.