divide this into six equal parts," said he, "because I
must have six bars."

So Stuyvesant began to measure. The piece of wood, he found, was eight
feet long,--the same as the side pieces of the ladder.

"And now, how are you going to divide it?" said Phonny.

"Why, eight feet," said Stuyvesant, "make ninety-six inches. I must
divide that by six."

So he took a pencil from his pocket and wrote down the figures 96 upon
a board; he divided the number by 6.

"It will go 16 times," said he. "I can have 16 inches for each cross
bar."

Stuyvesant then measured off sixteen inches, and made a mark, then he
measured off sixteen inches more, and made another mark. In the same
manner, he proceeded until he had divided the whole piece into
portions of sixteen inches each. He then took a saw and sawed the
piece off at every place where he had marked.

"There," said he, "there are my cross-bars!"

"What good cross-bars," said Phonny. "That was an excellent way to
make them."

CHAPTER VIII.

A DISCOVERY.

While the boys were at work in this manner, Stuyvesant making his
ladder, and Phonny his cage, they suddenly heard some one opening the
door. Wallace came in. Phonny called out to him to shut the door as
quick as possible. Wallace did so, while Phonny, in explanation of the
urgency of his injunction in respect to the door, pointed up to the
squirrel, which was then creeping along, apparently quite at his ease,
upon one of the beams in the back part of the shop.

"Why, Bunny," said Wallace.

"His name is not Bunny," said Phonny. "His name is Frink."

"Frink," repeated Wallace. "Who invented that name?"

"I don't know," replied Phonny, "only Beechnut said that his name was
Frink. See the cage I am making for him."

Wallace came up and looked at the cage. He stood a moment surveying
it in silence. Then he turned toward Stuyvesant.

"And what is Stuyvesant doing?" said he.

"He is making a ladder."

"What is it for, Stuyvesant?" said Wallace.

"Why, it is to go upon the loft, in the hen-house," said Phonny,
"though I don't see what good it will do, to go up there."

"So it is settled, that _you_ are going to have the hen-house," said
Wallace, looking toward Stuyvesant.

"Yes," said Stuyvesant.

Here there was another long pause. Wallace was looking at the ladder.
He observed how carefully Stuyvesant was making it. He saw that the
cross-bars were all exactly of a length, and he knew that they must
h