"It must be a true story," said Maggie, "because, you know, we agreed that bed-time stories must be true. Do you know anything about squirrels?"
"Yes, I do," answered auntie, "and I will tell you about them.
"One day, not very long ago, Auntie Jessie and I went for a walk in Regent's Park.
"Now you may remember that this park is quite near to the Zoo, and as you walk along you can hear the roaring of the lions and the shrieking of the different animals in their cages not far away.
"It was a beautiful spring day, and Auntie Jessie and I were sauntering along one of the walks, when suddenly she said,—
"'Look, look! there is one of the squirrels out of the Zoo! It must have escaped.'
"And there, sitting in the middle of the path before us was a lovely gray squirrel, with its bushy tail curled up its back.
"'Ah, how pretty it is,' I cried. 'See, it is not a bit afraid!'
"Auntie Jessie threw some biscuit to it, and it came close up to us.