“You would hardly know the place,” answered the gray squirrel. “All our playmates have grown up. Peggy and her mate live in the city, and Polly Blacksquirrel and her mate own the big beech by the brook. Dr. Flyingsquirrel has retired from business on account of his great age. He must be nearly five years old. Your mother, however, is well and happy. Many citizens has Squirreltown. Not one in a hundred leaves it for the country. I—”
“Do you ever visit there?” interrupted Tiny.
“Neither of us has been back for some time,” said Bushy. “We will go over to-night to attend the celebration.”
“What celebration?”
“One which is to be given upon your return home,” laughed Bushy.
Tiny then remembered that Mr. Owl had promised the winner of the prize a still greater reward. He felt very grateful and happy, but did not think it polite to question Bushy any further.
After a short visit with his old friend, Tiny bade her goodby, and resumed his journey. He hurried along almost as fast as he did when he thought the wild cat was after him, for he was anxious to see his dear old home once more, and to receive his mother’s welcome greeting.
While he was drinking at a small stream, he heard a shrill cry. Before he could turn round, he was pushed off his feet. Over and over he rolled, until he almost fell into the water.
“Tiny, Tiny, I am so glad to see you!” cried a well known voice.
“Chatty Chipmunk!” exclaimed Tiny, equally delighted; for there was his earliest playmate dancing about like a wild creature. “Never before have I received such an unexpected greeting.”