"What!"
They all threw themselves on their backs and stared up into the trees.
"They have regular paths that they follow in going from tree to tree. Did you see that fellow jump? He went out on the tip of that long twig and leaped from there. He just could grab the branch that sticks out from that oak. I believe that must be the only place where it is near enough for them to make the leap, for I've seen at least twenty jump from that same twig since I noticed them first."
"Twenty! How do you know it wasn't one leaping twenty times to show off to us?"
"It was more than one, anyway, for there was a chap with a grand, bushy tail and another one with hardly any tail at all."
"Cats," hissed Ethel Brown tragically.
"Very likely, since shooting isn't allowed here. Last summer I saw a cat catch a chipmunk right over there by that red cottage."
"Did she kill him?"
"Not much! Mr. Chip gave himself a twist and scampered back into his hole in the bank. I tell you the stripes on his back looked like one continuous strip of ribbon he went so fast!"
"Poor little fellow. Any more sandwiches left?" queried Roger. "No? Too bad. Let's adjourn, then. Madam President, I move we adjourn."