The Blue-Haired Ogre 7G

so that Hans was left alone. But his heart
was light, for he thought that he had at any
rate found out about the blue-haired ogre,
and that he would just go on and on and on
until he met with him. So he walked and
walked till he grew tired, for he was only
a little fellow, and the wood became more
grey and more lonely, and he had shared
his last morsel of bread with the birds,
and felt very hungry. At last, just as a
tear or two began to trickle down his round
cheek, he saw a brown squirrel darting
along the branch of an old tree, so old that
there were great holes and rents in its trunk,
and he guessed directly that if he only looked
long enough, in one of these holes he would
find the squirrel’s store laid up for the winter.
He knew a great deal about the ways of wild
things because he loved them, so he climbed
and poked, and before he had climbed very
high he put his finger into a fine hoard of
nuts. Such a scolding as the squirrel set
up, to be sure! Hans quite understood
what she was feeling; therefore, although