THE SOU lIRREES.

 

Grucci ri, chuckcauck!  scaid Prsk
to his mate, one mild winter day, as they
came out of their door in a big hollow tree.

“Chuck-1-ty, chuck-chuck! let us take
our lunch outside to-day. To be sure the
ground is white with snow, but how bright
the sun shines.”

“That's all very true,” replied Mrs. Frisk,
“but it will freeze again in a day or two.”

“Never mind that, my dear,’ said Mr.
Frisk; “let us enjoy the bright sun while
it does shine.”

“Ves, tnats all very well; but fam
afraid we shall starve before spring. Our
chestnuts are all gone.”

“Well,” replied Frisk, “there is that big
lot of hickory nuts, and under them several
layers of walnuts, and that pile of acorns
in the other corner, © Starve! No! We

shall have food enough till Fourth of July.”