“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the most interesting part of the story,” replied Mrs. Redsquirrel. “The queen doubtless knew that you would go to some treetop, hoping to catch a glimpse of Squirreltown, so she sent out some of her attendants to the camp of the fireflies, to beg them to lend their aid. Before long several thousand of the bright, pretty creatures were circling about the tops of the oak trees.”
“How wonderful!” exclaimed Tiny, with breathless interest. “I did not know that such little creatures could be so helpful.”
“Three times to-day several of the queen’s maids of honor flew into my window and left me some honey,” continued the mother. “I have grown quite fond of honey, although I do not believe that sweets are good for animals.”
Tiny then told his parent how the owl prophet had taken an interest in him, and how he expected to seek him soon to receive more knowledge.
“I do not put much dependence upon owls,” said Mrs. Redsquirrel, beginning to tremble, “but, should it be to your advantage, I would not complain if you should go to thank him for his goodness. He has been so kind that you ought not to show ingratitude. Perhaps he may teach you many other things that you should know.”
“May I lie down for a few moments, mother?” asked Tiny, for he was beginning to feel the effects of his long and tiresome journey.
“Dear son, you may,” she replied, as she hastened to make his couch more comfortable. “You ought to take a long nap before the party.”