“Oh, I don’t believe she will,” answered the boy.
Just then some one called:
“Bob! Bob! Where are you? Come here! The new cage for your squirrel has come!”
“Oh, it’s my new home!” thought Slicko. “I wonder what it is like.”
[CHAPTER IX]
SLICKO DOES SOME TRICKS
Slicko was put back into the wooden box, and Bob fastened the wire over the top again.
“Ha! The boy didn’t need to do that!” thought the little squirrel. “I won’t run away—at least not until I see my new house.”
The boy and his sisters went to where their mamma had called them, and soon they came running back again. The boy carried a big wire cage, something like the one in which Slicko had once seen a canary bird flying about. But this new cage for Slicko was much larger, and, at one end, was a big round wheel of wire, something like a merry-go-round, only it whirled the other way, like a hoop, and there were no wooden animals, or seats, on this squirrel wheel.