"Then the weasel very soon catches the rabbit and kills it."
"I hate weasels," said Freda.
"So do I," said Max.
"Oh, well, you see," said Uncle Jim, "the weasel must get food; and I know some little people who are very fond of rabbit pie."
The Saucy Squirrels.
Do tell me a true story, auntie," said Maggie one evening.
"Very well," answered auntie. "It is just half an hour before bed-time. Now what shall I tell you?"