“Then I don’t know what you will do,” said Beechnut, “to make him contented.”
So saying Beechnut went away, leaving Phonny and Stuyvesant together. They talked a few minutes about the squirrel, and then began to walk along toward the house.
As they walked along, they heard the bell ring for dinner.
“There,” said Phonny, “there is the dinner-bell, what shall we do now? Where shall I put my squirrel while we are in at dinner?”
“Haven’t you got some sort of cage to put him in?” said Stuyvesant.
“No,” said Phonny, “I was going to make one after dinner in my shop. I have got a shop, did you know it?”
“Yes,” said Stuyvesant, “Beechnut told me.”
“Only my tools are rather dull,” added Phonny. “But I think I can make a cage with them.”
“You might put the trap in the shop, on the bench,” said Stuyvesant, “till after dinner, and then make your cage.”
“Well,” said Phonny, “so I will.”