“What can it be for?” thought Slicko.
Bob, the boy, lifted Slicko up out of her little wooden box.
“Let’s see how you like your new cage,” he said.
“Oh, but there’s nothing for her to eat or drink in it,” cried one of the girls.
“I’ll put in some nuts and water,” Bob said. “Come, Slicko, go into your new cage.”
Bob opened a little wire door, and thrust Slicko through it into the cage. The door went shut with a click and a slam, that reminded Slicko of the time she had been caught in the trap. She looked around quickly, wondering if there were a trap near her now. But she saw only the clean, new, wire cage, with little dishes for nuts and water, a little covered-over dark place, where she could crawl in during the day, and go to sleep in the dark; and then there was that great big wire wheel, that spun around very easily when Bob touched it with his finger.
“Oh, I’m never going in that!” thought Slicko, somewhat afraid.
She crouched down, and looked carefully all around her new cage. She wanted to see if there were any danger near. But all she saw, through the wires, was the boy, his two sisters and Rover, the dog she had grown to like very much.
“Oh, I guess it will be all right here,” thought Slicko. “I will not be afraid.”