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This was all brag on Nimble's part, who was not near so brave as he wished Silvy and Velvet-paw to suppose he was. After spending some time in hunting for acorns, they made up their minds to leave the island; and as it was not very far to the mainland, they decided on swimming thither.
And then he, too, raised his muzzle and sniffed. "I don't smell any smoke," he stammered. "Do you know why there's such a crowd here?" she asked him sternly. "I think," he said, "they expect to go to the garden patch with us." And his mother wondered, then, why she hadn't guessed the secret instantly. Nimble's mother's plans went all awry.
This was all brag on Nimble's part, who was not near so brave as he wished Silvy and Velvet-paw to suppose he was. After spending some time in hunting for acorns they made up their minds to leave the island, and as it was not very far to the mainland, they decided on swimming thither.
She explained that on account of an unexpected party she wasn't going to the carrot patch that night. "When are you going?" asked the owner of one pair of specially bright eyes. "Ha!" Nimble's mother exclaimed. "Is that Cuffy Bear speaking?" "Yessum!" said the same voice. "I fear," she told him, "I may not be able to go for a long time." "Never mind!" Cuffy cried.
Nimble and his friend Dodger the Deer picked themselves up off the ground where they had fallen after their collision in the air. They did not feel any too pleasant. One of Dodger's sharp tines had given Nimble a good prick. And one of Nimble's points had stung Dodger like a hornet's sting. If only one of them had been pricked the whole affair might have ended differently.
Again and again he said to his mother, "Can't we go down to Farmer Green's garden patch to-night? If we wait much longer somebody else will eat all the carrots before we get a taste of them." Or maybe he would exclaim, "Let's have some carrots for supper! Please!" It was no wonder that Nimble's mother grew very tired of his teasing.
Oria intimated that she would in time make the little stranger quite tame. "But we must keep it out of the way of Master Nimble's paws, for otherwise he would be very likely to treat it with small ceremony," observed John. "Why, Ellen, you will have a perfect menagerie before long." "Yes, I hope so," she answered; "I am not nearly contented yet.
Only the gently waving branches of the willows showed where Nimble and his mother had vanished. A noise like a thunder-clap crashed upon Nimble's ears and rolled and tumbled in the distance, tossed from the mountain to the hills across the lake, and back again. It frightened Nimble much more than did the odd whistle that whined just above his head a moment before the thunder peal.
"Quite!" said Nimble's mother, as she closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh of contentment. Her answer pleased Nimble. He smiled faintly as he watched her closely. And he chuckled when his mother's head nodded three times and then sank lower and lower. Presently Nimble rose to his feet, without making the slightest rustle. And very carefully he stole away.
He didn't even wait to get his own rusty coat and tattered hat, which he had left lying on the ground. Uncle Jerry hadn't been gone long when all the company came jostling up to Nimble. Everybody except Nimble was very merry. Amid a good many jokes the company put on their hats and coats, until only Aunt Polly Woodchuck's poke bonnet hung from Nimble's horns.
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