So Slicko got very few of them to eat, and she was quite hungry. She managed to find a few old acorns in the woods, but they were not so good as the nuts, apples and sugar Bob and his sisters used to feed her. And, as the window of the room was not open, and as the cage was not put out, Slicko could not run back home again.
“Isn’t Bob going to try to catch his squirrel?” asked Mollie of Sallie, on the second day.
“No, I heard him say he guessed she was gone for good,” said Sallie.
“Well, I haven’t—I’m here yet, and I’m coming back to my cage—that is when I see it,” Slicko said to herself.
That afternoon Slicko, perched in the top of her tree, saw one of the attic windows of Bob’s house open.
“Ha!” exclaimed the little squirrel. “I can jump in there from my tree. I’ll do it.”
Slicko scrambled up to the highest branch. From there she could easily jump in through the attic window, and this she did.
She looked around, and she was glad when she saw some butternuts on the floor of the attic. Slicko soon gnawed a hole in one, and ate out the sweet meat. Then she felt much better.
It was nice and warm in the attic, and there was a pile of old clothes there. On these Slicko lay down and went to sleep.
When Slicko awoke, it was all dark. She had slept until it was night. She sat up on her hind legs and listened. She could hear nothing. The house was very quiet. Slicko looked at the window by which she had entered. It was tightly shut now.