“Why, when I first had him, you wanted to have me keep him in a cage all the time.”
“I know it,” said Dwight; “but now I want to see whether he will run away.”
“I would not try yet,” said David—“but you'd better have a name for him, Marianne.”
“I have got a name for him,” said she.
“What is it?” said Dwight, eagerly.
“Mungo.”
“Mungo!” repeated Dwight; “I don't think that is a very good name. What made you think of that name?”
“O, I heard of a traveller once, named Mungo. The whole of his name was Mungo Park; but I thought Mungo was enough for my squirrel.”
“He has not been much of a traveller,” said Dwight.
“O, yes,” replied Mary Anna, “I think it probable he has travelled about the woods a great deal.”