A minute later, however, as they went on, something flashed into view on the top rail of the boundary fence. It brought a yelp of delight from Prince and a startled cry to Carolyn May’s lips.
“A squirrel!”
Prince leaped for the fence. With a whisk of its tail, the squirrel went up the hole of the nearest tree, and out on one of the branches, right over their heads.
Prince danced about madly in the dust and yelped.
“You silly thing, you,” the little girl told him. “You know you can’t climb that tree.”
The squirrel chattered angrily overhead.
“Now, come away,” Carolyn May commanded. “Don’t you see you’ve made that squirrel mad at you? You’ll never make friends out here in the country, if you act this way, Princey.”
Prince seemed little impressed by this prophecy, but he followed after his little mistress and left the squirrel to its own devices. They soon came in sight of the Parlow house and carpenter shop.
“We can’t go beyond that,” said Carolyn May. “Aunty Rose told us not to. And Uncle Joe says the carpenter-man isn’t a pleasant man.”
She looked wistfully at the premises. The cottage seemed quite as much under the “spell” as had been those dwellings at The Corners. But from the shop came the sound of a plane shrieking over a long board.