"No, I have never been here before," Squinty answered. "My pen is far
from here. My master is a boy who taught me to do tricks, such as
jumping rope, but I ran away and had a balloon ride."
"What's a balloon?" asked Slicko, as she combed out her tail with a
chestnut burr. Squirrels always use chestnut burrs for combs.
"A balloon is something that goes up in the air," answered Squinty, "and
it has bags of sand in it."
"Well, I can go up in the air, when I climb a tree," went on Slicko,
with a jolly laugh. "Am I a balloon?"
"No, you are not," said Squinty. "A balloon is very different."
"Well, I know where there is some sand," spoke Slicko. "I could get some
of that and put it in leaf-bags. Would that make me a balloon?"
"Oh, no, of course not," Squinty answered. "You could never be a
balloon. But if you know where there is some sand perhaps you know where
there is some sour milk. I am very hungry."
"I never heard of sour milk," replied the girl squirrel. "But I know
where to find some nuts.
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