unt._ I found it in the garden, entangled in a bush. If I had
not been walking in the garden, very likely he might have died.
I should have been very sorry to have found him dead.

_Niece._ How fortunate this is: but I cannot help pitying poor
Tom--what a pretty fellow he was, and how sad a death it was to
be devoured by the cat. I think he was the prettiest squirrel I
ever saw.

_Aunt._ Well, now really, I think this much prettier. Poor fellow!
how he trembles.

_Niece._ What a pretty chain. I dare say some young lady has lost
him, by his having such a nice chain.

_Aunt._ Well, then all we have to do, is to feed him well, and,
if we find the owner, return him.

_Niece._ I hope we may never find out who it belongs to.

_Aunt._ You should not say so, my dear. Now suppose, Nancy, you
had a squirrel and it ran away from you, how should you like
never to see it again? and should not you think it wrong, if any
body had found it, and knew who it belonged to, and would not
return it? To be sure you would.

_Niece._ True, madam, but I did not think of that. But Aunt, very
likely he is hungry: shall I get him something to eat?

_Aunt._ Do, my love.--Nancy then ran, but presently returned with
a nice mess of bread and milk, which I eat very heartily. She then
put some clean hay, and a handful of nuts into my cage. A knock at
the door called off the attention of Nancy, and presently entered
two young ladies and a young gentleman. One of the young ladies
was Miss Fanny Hudson; the other was Miss Kitty Bell; and the
young gentleman, Master Henry Hudson, brother to Fanny. As soon
as they entered the room, they paid the usual compliments to Mrs.
Greville, (which was the name of the good lady who found me,) but
had their eye upon me all the time. The following discourse I can
pretty well remember, as it began concerning me; and we usually
listen with greater attention when the conversation is concerning
ourselves.

_Fanny._ What a pretty squirrel you have got, Miss Greville: what
is become of the other?

_Nancy._ Oh dear, Fanny! if I have not told you, you have a
dreadful piece of news to hear. Oh dear! how my heart did jump
up and down for two hours after it. The cat had no dinner on
Thursday. I was playing with my squirrel, when the maid entered
the room, and did not see the cat till my poor Tom was in her
mouth; and what was almost as bad, I flung my work-bag at her in
a rage, it caught in the lock of the door, and t