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If you have never been home-sick, you have no way of knowing how unhappy these poor, little, lost squirrels were. It is a much worse pain than cutting one's finger. Something hurt Bushy-Tail inside so much he wanted to cry, too. But he had to be brave and try and comfort little Hazel. Besides, they had only one handkerchief now.
Bushy-Tail cried out as loud as he could, "Oh, Grandpa Grumbles, we are going down into the lake! Look out, look out! We shall be drowned!" Grandpa Grumbles shouted, "Speak a little louder, please, Shall we sail above the trees?" Bushy-Tail got so excited he did not know what he was doing. He got right out of the umbrella and went splash, dash, into the lake.
Red Squirrel was thinking she would like to have her groceries delivered, too, so she answered, "I think I shall speak to your father about it to-night." When Bushy-Tail and little Hazel Squirrel finally reached the edge of the park it was very late and they were very tired indeed. But when they got within sight of their homes and saw the lights in the windows they began to run again anyway.
Grandpa Grumbles, as he sailed homeward, said, "Sink or swim, just as you please, For I have no desire to tease." He left poor Bushy-Tail to swim to shore. When Grandpa Grumbles got home he saw smoke coming out of his chimney. He grumbled, "It seems to me quite like a bore, To have to enter by the door." He was so used to sailing down the chimney!
Tippy Toes did not say he was going to stop and see Bunny and Susan. Bushy-Tail looked cross-eyed. He said, "If you will tell me your name little fellow, I will take you straight to Bunny Cotton-Tail's house in the woods." I do not know what would have happened next if Grandpa Grumbles and Doctor Cotton-Tail had not come along.
It is because the shadows the moon makes are blacker and each one seems to hide something alive. Hazel and Bushy-Tail ran as fast as their little legs could carry them. They were too scared to even ask Mrs. Moon the shortest way home. Presently it began to rain and Mrs. Moon went inside to get out of the wet. Two little streams of tears began to roll down Hazel's cheeks.
Of all nice things to do one of the very nicest is to go traveling; to see what kind of things grow in faraway places and how other folks plan their cities. My, what fun Hazel Squirrel and Bushy-Tail had! All day long they explored new trees and ran along strange fences and peered into yards where children they had never seen before were playing.
The door opened for him and there stood Bunny and Susan. Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes danced up to him and told him how Bushy-Tail had tried to get in. Grandpa Grumbles shook his green umbrella fiercely and said, "He will not come this way again, Either in sunshine or in rain."
Red Squirrel asked her little guests many questions what their names were, where they lived, and how ever did they get so far from home? How the two little squirrels' eyes popped out as Bushy-Tail told them of their home in the park, built for them out of boards and nails.
"Come, come," said Grandpa Grumbles, "You had better go back to see Bunny and Susan, they may think Bushy-Tail has eaten you up." So they traveled back together to see Bunny and Susan. When they came to the house there was soot on everything. There was soot on the carpet and furniture and pictures. There was soot on the new lamp, and on Susan's spectacles. Grandpa Grumbles shouted,
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