Now I am not quite sure about it, but I suppose girl squirrels want to hear a secret just as much as real girls do, and I have always found that if you wanted to get a real little girl to do anything for you, that she would do it ever so much more quickly, if she thought there was a secret about it.
Perhaps that is why Chatter made up her mind to jump as Slicko had done. Mind, I am not saying for sure, for I don’t know. But maybe it was so.
Anyhow, Chatter moved over close to the edge of the tree limb. She looked down to where her papa and Slicko sat up on their hind legs, watching her.
“Here I come! Catch me!” spoke Chatter.
“All right—don’t be afraid,” answered her papa. “You won’t fall.”
Chatter gave a jump, and down she went. Almost before she knew it, she had landed on a smooth place on the limb, close beside her sister and papa.
“There! I did it!” cried Chatter, in delight.
“Of course you did!” said Slicko. “Wasn’t it fine?”
“It certainly was,” agreed Chatter.