“I learned that you would be home to-day, and have come to meet you,” continued Chatty. “Near the city wait a number of your old friends. I couldn’t stand still, so here I am.”
“Are you still fond of playing?” asked Tiny, somewhat amused at his gay friend.
“Yes. I don’t suppose that I ever shall take life seriously,” was the laughing reply. “Nature never intended that I should work or study. However, I have a thrifty mate, and she makes a very comfortable living for me. Every one of those animals at Squirreltown avoids me, but I do not care.”
“If I were mayor of Squirreltown, I would make you work or let you starve,” said Tiny, severely.
“Your education has not improved your appearance,” said Chatty, quickly changing the subject. “You look old and all mussed up.”
“Animals who spend all their time in study are apt to become careless of their personal appearance,” explained Tiny. “You forget, however, that I have had a long journey, and that animals of good taste do not try to look too sleek when they travel. They do not wish to attract attention.”
“Of what use are books and study?” inquired Chatty.
“They are of no use to such as you,” replied the squirrel impatiently.
“And what are you doing with that old goose quill strapped to your back?”