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And she wandered on and on over mountain and valley, and dale and river, until at last she saw the tongue-cut sparrow. "Well met, well met, Mr. Sparrow," cried she. "I have been looking forward with much pleasure to seeing you." And then she tried to flatter it with soft, sweet words. So the bird had to invite her to its nest-house, but it did not feast her nor say anything about a parting gift.
"Did you find a nest-house?" asked Mamma Littletail of the bird. "No," was the answer, "I think I shall have to stay with you another night, if you will let me. Perhaps I shall find a nest to-morrow." So she stayed with the Littletail family another night, and to-morrow night I will tell you how she found a nest. Sammie Littletail was up early the next morning.
"That is a very nice thing to do," the gray squirrel said. "You are a better boy rabbit than I thought you were." "What are you doing here?" Sammie asked the squirrel. "Me? Oh, I am moving into a new nest. I am getting ready for spring." "A new nest!" exclaimed Sammie, and, all at once, he thought of Mrs. Wren, who could not find a nest-house to live in.
It led the little old man to its nest-house, introduced him to its wife and small sparrows, and set before him all sorts of good things to eat and drink. "Please partake of our humble fare," sang the sparrow; "poor as it is, you are welcome." "What a polite sparrow," answered the little old man, and he stayed for a long time as the bird's guest.
But near my nest-house is an old hollow stump, and you can stay in that very nicely." "Are there any bears in it?" asked Uncle Wiggily, careful-like. "Oh, no; not a one. It is very safe." So the crow showed Uncle Wiggily where the hollow stump was, and he slept there all night, on a soft bed of leaves.
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