“Here’s your bag,” said Sister, “but where’s Nappy?”
“Let’s go find him,” said Tommy. “I know the way he went.”
“Dear me,” said Sister, “I hope he’s not lost!”
“He can’t be far,” said Tommy. “We’ll find him.”
And they did find Nappy. He had something in his arms—something he was trying to hold on to—something wiggling. The pail of berries was over-turned on the ground.
“Look!” said Nappy. “Look what I caught!”
“It’s a little raccoon,” said Sister. “However did you catch him?”
“I put down my pail,” said Nappy, “to pick some more berries, and when I looked around, this little fellow was in the pail with his tail sticking out ... so I grabbed him. I’m going to keep him for a pet.”
“You have enough pets now,” said Sister. “Besides, your dog wouldn’t like a raccoon. Why don’t you let him go?”