"
"I'm glad he didn't get it," murmured Sue, softly.
"So am I," replied her brother. "We'll get Uncle Tad to fix the sore
leg, and then we'll make a cage and keep the squirrel. Some day we may
get up another circus, and we could have it do tricks."
"Don't you think the squirrel would rather be in the woods?" asked Sue,
as she looked at the gray creature.
"Well, maybe yes," agreed Bunny. "After we have it in the circus a while
we'll let it go. 'Member how we played circus, Sue?"
"I guess I do! We had lots of fun, didn't we?"
"We did!"
From across the fields came a call:
"Come to supper, children!"
"We're coming, Momsie!" shouted Bunny.
"And we're bringing a squirrel to supper too!" added Sue, who always
liked to be counted in on everything.
"A squirrel!" exclaimed Uncle Tad when he saw the gray creature that
had fallen out of the tree. "Where did you get it?"
The children told what had happened, and Uncle Tad looked at the
squirrel's leg.
"Can you fix it, or make him a new wooden leg?" asked Sue.
Uncle Tad looked the squirrel over carefully. The woodland animal did
not seem to mind being handled. It seemed to know it was in the hands of
friends, and safe from the barking dogs.
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