“Never you mind!” snapped her uncle. “But I’ll fix these woodchucks!”
He hurried away, muttering to himself. That night Winkie was in danger again. After ten o’clock, when it was quite dark, Elias Tottle left his home and with a big club in his hand walked across the field toward the home of his sister, where Winkie slept in her pen.
“I’ll fix that woodchuck!” muttered Mr. Tottle to himself. “I’ll fix her!”
CHAPTER XI
WINKIE GETS OUT
That night, for some reason or other, Alice could not sleep. She had played in the evening with her brother, after they had put Winkie through some of her tricks. Then the wily woodchuck had curled up in her nest of hay in the smaller box, and Alice and Larry had studied their lessons and gone to bed.
But Alice could not sleep. She tossed restlessly from one side of the bed to the other, and, all the while, she could not help thinking of Winkie.
“I hope Buster doesn’t come over in the night and break into her pen,” thought Alice. “And I hope Uncle Elias does nothing to her! Poor Winkie! I would rather turn her back into the woods than have anything happen to her!”
Alice tried to keep Winkie out of her mind, but, try as she did, the little girl kept thinking of the pet ground-hog.