“Raymond's. He saved it. The poor thing would have been burnt up, if he had not run and caught it up.”
“No, he wouldn't,” said Caleb, “I was just going to get him myself.”
Dwight, having decided in his own mind that the squirrel was Raymond's, ran off to find Raymond, with the design of asking him to give the squirrel to him. But Raymond said the squirrel was Caleb's.
“But you caught him,” said Dwight.
“Yes, but I caught him for Caleb, not for myself.”
“And you fixed the box to bring him home in,” said Dwight.
“I know it, but I only did it to please Caleb. The squirrel is his altogether.”
So Dwight had to return disappointed.
When Caleb came in, Mary Anna was putting up her work, and arranging her things neatly in her drawer.
“Well, Caleb,” said she, “and what did Raymond say?”