"They—they took me from my cot, Mithith Livingthton. But I fought them. They carried me out in the woodth. Then—then they—they told me I wath a thquirrel and——"
"A what?"
"A squirrel," interpreted Harriet.
"And then they made me climb a tree."
"You did not have to climb, did you!" smiled the Chief Guardian.
"I gueth not. I wanted to. You thee, I thought after I had climbed the tree I could make a big noithe and frighten them away," chuckled Tommy, squinting shrewdly at her questioner.
"Oh, a bit of diplomacy on your part?" nodded Mrs. Livingston.
"Yeth, I gueth that wath it." Tommy had no idea what diplomacy was, but concluded that it must be something to her credit, so she decided that she had exercised it.
"You screamed; then what?"
"They ran away ath fatht ath they could. I withh you could have theen them run, Mithith Livingthton. It wath awfully funny."