llace, "and lay it down upon its side, and then make a front to it
of wires."

"Yes," said Phonny, "that will be an excellent plan. But how can I
make the front of wires?"

"I will come and show you," said Wallace, "when you get the box all
ready. You must look about and find a box, and carry it into the shop.
Is your shop in order?"

"No," said Phonny, "not exactly; but I can put it in order in a few
minutes."

"Very well," said Wallace. "Put your shop all in order, and get the
box, and then come and call me."

"Well," said Phonny, "I will."

CHAPTER VI.

DIFFICULTY.

After dinner, Stuyvesant told Phonny that he should be glad to help
him about his cage, were it not that he was engaged to go with
Beechnut that afternoon, to plow. Phonny was very sorry to hear this.
In fact he had a great mind to go himself, and help plow, and so put
off making his cage until the next day. It is very probable that he
would have decided upon this plan, but while he was hesitating about
it, Beechnut came to tell Stuyvesant that he should not be able to
finish the plowing that day, for he was obliged to go away. Then
Stuyvesant said that he would help Phonny. So they went together into
the shop.

They found the squirrel safe. Phonny examined the water very
attentively, to see whether Frink had been drinking any of it. He was
very confident that the water had diminished quite sensibly.
Stuyvesant could not tell whether it had diminished or not.

"And now," said Phonny, "the first thing is to put the shop in order."

So saying, he took the plane away from before the trap, and looked at
the hole to see whether Frink had gnawed it any bigger. He had not.
Phonny then carried the trap to the back side of the shop and put it
upon a great chopping-block which stood there. He did this for the
purpose of having the bench clear, so as to put the tools in order
upon it.

"I am glad that you are going to put this shop in order," said
Stuyvesant,--"that is, if you will let me use it afterward."

"Yes," said Phonny, "I will let you use it. But what should you want
to make in it?"

"Why, Beechnut has given me charge of the hen-house," said Stuyvesant,
"and I am to have one third of the eggs."

Here Phonny stopped suddenly in his work and looked up to Stuyvesant
as if surprised.

"What, _my_ hen-house!" said he.

"The one that you used to have," said Stuyvesant. "He said that you
sold it to him."

"So I did," said Phonny,