On and on ran Squinty. All at once, in a tree over his head, he heard a
funny chattering noise.
"Chipper, chipper, chipper! Chat! Chat! Whir-r-r-r-r-!" went the noise.
Squinty looked up in the tree, and there he saw a lovely little girl
squirrel, frisking about on the branches. Then Squinty was no longer
afraid. Out of the leaves he jumped, giving a squeal and a grunt which
meant:
"Oh, how do you do? I am glad to see you. My name is Squinty. What is
your name?"
"My name is Slicko," answered the lively little girl squirrel, as she
jumped about. "Come on and play!"
Squinty felt very happy then.
CHAPTER XI
SQUINTY AND THE MERRY MONKEY
"Where do you live, Squinty?" asked Slicko, the jumping squirrel, as she
skipped from one tree branch to another, and so reached the ground near
the comical little pig.
"Oh, I live in a pen," answered Squinty, "but I'm not there now."
"No, I see you are not," spoke Slicko, with a laugh, which showed her
sharp, white teeth. "But what are you doing so far away from your pen?
Or, perhaps it is close by, though I never saw you in these woods
before," she went on, looking around as if she might see the pig pen
under one of the trees.
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