“It served him right, and I am glad he left school,” said the owl, flapping his wings in approval. “It makes no difference to either you or me.”
“Certainly, not,” replied Miss Hare. “He is to blame, not I. The public must blame him, not me.”
“I hope that I never shall bring you another such unworthy pupil,” said the owl.
“You brought me one of the best pupils I ever had,” said Miss Hare, pointing towards Tiny. “He is the little creature here on the front seat.”
Mr. Owl stared at Tiny; and the little animal bowed politely, very much embarrassed.
MR. OWL STARED AT TINY AND THE LITTLE ANIMAL BOWED POLITELY.
“Can it be he!” exclaimed the owl. “How you have grown, Tiny! Are you really the squirrel whom I found but a few months ago?”
“Yes, I am the squirrel who was lost,” replied Tiny. “You told me how to get back to Squirreltown, and taught me many things. I am grateful to you, sir.”