"Oh, we liked to do it," said Toodle.
"Sure we did," spoke Noodle. "May we help you carry in some of the moving things, Mrs. Bushytail."
"Yes, I guess so," said the squirrel lady, not stopping to think that maybe the beaver boys ought to go to school.
So Toodle and Noodle helped the squirrel family move, and, all at once, when everything was inside the hollow stump house, Toodle cried:
"Oh, Noodle! We forgot all about school!"
"So we did!" said Toodle. "Let's go now. Maybe we won't be very late."
So they went to school, but they got there very, very late indeed, and when Mr. Rat, the teacher, asked them what had happened, Noodle said:
"We were helping Billie Bushytail move. He didn't have to come to school, and we—"
"We wished we didn't either," interrupted Toodle. "And—and—"
"I see," said Mr. Rat, with a smile that went away up under his whiskers. "Well, it is so late now there is no use in your coming to school at all. I'll excuse you for today, but don't be behind paws again."