The Blue-Haired Ogre aa

things are so slow that you would never get
there to-day in time, and now you will want
to sleep somewhere, instead of curling your-
self up on a branch and giving no one any
trouble. You really are poor helpless crea-
tures, but as you behaved well just now, I
suppose I must do what I can for you. So
I will send one of my people to show you
the way to a stuffy place with four walls and
a cover.”

“Yes, please,” said Hans. ‘But there is
- one thing I want to know very much, what
am I to do when I see the ogre?”

It was the most unfortunate question
possible, for the squirrel is one of those
who particularly dislike having to own that
they don’t know everything.

“Oh, that is nothing to me,” she said ina
great hurry, ‘the others must tell you that.
Go along, and don’t talk; you have such a
harsh voice that you deafen me.”

If Peter had been there this would have
affronted him, but Hans was not touchy, so
he only laughed and thanked her, and set off