“Oh, Bob! The dog is after your squirrel!” suddenly called Mollie.
“Yes, come quickly!” shouted Sallie.
“Bow wow!” barked the dog. And he seemed to say:
“Don’t worry! I wouldn’t hurt that little squirrel for the world. I just want to look at her.”
“Oh, Rover won’t hurt Slicko,” said the boy, who had given his new pet the same name as had the squirrel’s mamma. In fact, Slicko was so smooth and slick, and so clean, that it would have been hard to get any other name to fit her as well as did Slicko.
“See, the dog and squirrel will be good friends,” said the boy. With that he reached in and lifted Slicko out of the box, holding her close to Rover.
Rover put out his red tongue and touched Slicko with it. And Slicko put out her tiny-paw and touched Rover. That was her way of shaking hands.
“See, they are friends!” said the boy. “Soon, when Slicko gets a little tamer, I’m going to let her run out of the cage, and go all over the house.”
“She may run away, like Squinty, the comical pig,” said Mollie.