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Though she didn't make the slightest sound, all at once Frisky Squirrel's nose twitched again, as he muttered to himself, "There's a very queer smell about these beechnut shucks!" He was sitting on the edge of the stone doorstep with a bit of beechnut clutched in his paws. And when he looked up and saw somebody's nose appear in the doorway he tumbled right over backward.
"What a wonderful voyage you had, Beechnut!" said Phonny. "But I never knew before that you were shipwrecked." "Well, in point of fact," replied Beechnut, "I never was shipwrecked." "Never was!" exclaimed Phonny. "Why, what is all this story that you have been telling us, then?" "Embellishment," said Beechnut quietly. "Embellishment!" repeated Phonny, more and more amazed. "Yes," said Beechnut.
I had not only a willingness to eat any wild thing from a hedgehog to a beechnut or a wild raspberry, but also an uncanny power of finding out literary game, raising it, and trapping it, not by the stately methods of the scholar but by some irrational and violent intuition.
Red and gray squirrels are more or less active all winter, though very shy, and, I am inclined to think, partially nocturnal in their habits. Here a gray one has just passed, came down that tree and went up this; there he dug for a beechnut, and left the burr on the snow. How did he know where to dig?
Mary Erskine, however, said that this was of no consequence, as she could carry it just as well as not. Mary Erskine and the three remaining children, then went back to the house, where Bella and Malleville amused themselves for half an hour in building houses with the blocks in Thomas's shop, when all at once Malleville was surprised to see Beechnut coming in.
Come, I'll carry you home in my wagon." "But I am afraid to go home," said Jemmy. "What are you afraid of?" asked Beechnut. "Of my father," said Jemmy. "Oh no," said Beechnut. "The horse is not hurt, and as for the grist I'll carry it to mill with mine. So there is no harm done. Come, let me put you into the wagon." "Yes," said Phonny, "and I will go and catch the horse."
Henry said that it would be an excellent day, and that she should be very glad to have them go, for there were some things there to be brought home. Besides Beechnut was going to mill, and he could carry them as far as Kater's corner. Kater's corner was a place where a sort of cart path, branching off from the main road, led through the woods to the house where Mary Erskine lived.
One day Beechnut, who had been ill, was taken by Phonny and Madeline for a drive. When Phonny and Madeline found themselves riding quietly along in the waggon in Beechnut's company, the first thought which occurred to them, after the interest and excitement awakened by the setting out had passed in some measure away, was that they would ask him to tell them a story.
"I want to have it true," said Madeline, "and interesting, too." "But sometimes," replied Beechnut, "interesting things don't happen, and in such cases, if we should only relate what actually does happen, the story would be likely to be dull." "I think you had better embellish the story a little," said Phonny "just a little, you know." "I don't think I can do that very well," replied Beechnut.
For at the time when Beechnut paused in his narration, he had told the story as far as he had invented it. He had not thought of another word. Mary Erskine was an orphan. Her mother died when she was about twelve years old.
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