entirely empty. She hunted everywhere but not a single one of the things could she find. Polly felt very badly at the loss of her doll’s clothes but especially missed the doll’s toilet articles as they were the only ones she had. The mystery was not solved until one day late in the month of October, when the leaves began to fall. Tom was looking up in the chestnut tree when he caught a glimpse of the bird house. “I wonder if any birds did use it” thought Tom. He climbed up and peeped in the little round doors. The two little cubby holes at
the back were full of chestnuts and in a corner of each room lay a pile of doll’s clothes. “Oh Polly,” he shouted, “come here quick; I’ve found out who stole your doll’s clothes. It’s the squirrels.” Polly came running; with Tom’s help she climbed the tree and peeped into the
house. (Of course the Squirrel family were all out walking when this happened). “Did you ever” she cried. “The mischievous little rascals. What do you suppose they wanted them for?” She reached her little hand through the “bedroom” door and picked up a pile of the doll’s clothes. Underneath she found the little mirror, brush, comb, and powder puff where Whiffet had carefully hidden them. Polly was delighted to find
her treasures. “I will take these home,” she said, “but I will leave the doll’s clothes, for no doll would care to wear them now.” “We’d better climb down” said Tom, “for the squirrels can’t be far away and we don’t want to scare them off.” “I wonder what became of the ‘FOR RENT’ sign,” said Polly. Just then a big red squirrel came scolding and chattering down the tree trunk towards them. (It was Father Squirrel). Tom and Polly climbed down quickly.
That night when Whiffet went to look for her mirror and powder puff she exclaimed angrily, stamping her little blue slippered foot, “the nerve of some people.”