At that moment

Tiny spent the night in the fork of a wild plum tree. For some time he sat thinking of his mother and Squirreltown, but his lessons in patience and contentment had made him satisfied with his lot. The next morning he started upon his journey, bravely following the narrow, twisting path, ever ready to avoid danger. [Illustration: HE WAS ABOUT TO TAKE A DRINK WHEN HE SAW WHAT HE TOOK…

How full of energy they are

The sunbeams shine through the boughs of the trees and the winds rustle gently. The dewdrops glitter on the grass. The brook bounds joyously along. The birds sing gaily and the little animals of the wood come forth to listen to the sweet music. The wild flowers open their pretty cups. Now the forest is ringing with glad shouts and songs. The sunbeams are growing brighter. The winds are dying…

The little red squirrel

Tiny sat for a long time in the top of the tree and looked away as far as his eyes could see. In the distance rose the big yellow moon. It shone brightly upon the treetops of the great forest, yet he could not see Squirreltown. At last he began to descend slowly, almost frightening to death a tree toad that was hopping about on its little velvet toes among…

He was vexed at the stranger’s ignorance

Chatty smiled foolishly and Tiny laughed heartily. The butterfly rested a long time. Then she flew away. The birds chattered gayly as the sun smiled brightly. The brook gurgled with glee and flowed merrily on. The chipmunk seemed wide awake after his drenching. For a half hour he scurried briskly along. “Not far away some fine blackberries grow on low bushes,” he said. “We will find them and feast until…

Is he really going to work

Have you ever heard of Squirreltown? It is a town of quaint homes in the woods, in which little animals live together as contentedly as though they were human beings. The whole town is roofed over by leafy bowers, and carpeted with wild flowers. All day long butterflies flit about in the shimmering sunlight, and by night thousands of fairies come out to dance in the pale moonlight. In this…

THE GOLDWING’S TRIP TO PLATTSBURG

During the following week, Dory’s class in the Goldwing made trips in the boat after the close of the labors in the shop. One of the members took charge of the sloop in each of these trips, and the lesson was still “Beating to windward.” In this way, all of them learned how to work a boat to windward; and it was the most difficult lesson for them to learn,…

ALL OF DORY’S CLASS BECOME SKIPPERS

“Ready about!” shouted Dory, with more vim than he usually put into his orders. But there was nothing to do, for any one except Ash at the wheel; for the skipper had not stationed the crew for tacking. He had not had time to do so. The lower block of the main-sheet ran on a traveller, which is an iron rod set a couple of inches above the taffrail, or…

STATIONS FOR GETTING UNDER WAY.

“My occupation is gone, like Othello’s,” said Thad Glovering, when the students assembled on the wharf after the lecture. “Dory can teach his own flock now.” “But I have another class for you,” interposed the principal, who happened to hear the remark. “The remnant of the Nautifelers Club have decided to have their excursion on the lake, and they will remain in the vicinity of the school. They don’t know…