ur tree!" for of course they'd
turned to the right three times, which brought them right back where
they started from, though they did not know it.

So then all at once they commenced to laugh and shout:--"We've done it!
We've done it!

"We've followed Spring around the world,
According to the plan!
Hurrah for Mr. Rabbit!
And hurrah for Mr. Man!"

And the bluebird up in the branches whistled and danced and shouted,
too; and Jack Rabbit and Mr. Dog came over pretty soon to see if they'd
got home yet. And of course Mr. Rabbit was proud about the way his poem
had turned out; and Mr. Dog he was proud, too, on Mr. Man's account.
Then they all had a big supper, to celebrate, and by-and-by Mr. Rabbit
and Mr. Dog went away arm in arm, singing Mr. Rabbit's poem to the moon;
while the 'Coon and 'Possum and the old black Crow went to bed happy
because they had followed Spring clear around the world, and hadn't got
lost or tumbled off into the sky, but were home again safe and sound in
the Hollow Tree.

CHRISTMAS AT THE HOLLOW TREE INN

THE STORY TELLER TOLD THE LAST HOLLOW TREE STORY ON CHRISTMAS EVE. IT
WAS SNOWING OUTSIDE, AND THE LITTLE LADY WAS WONDERING HOW IT WAS IN THE
FAR DEEP WOODS

Once upon a time, he said, when the Robin, and Turtle, and Squirrel, and
Jack Rabbit had all gone home for the winter, nobody was left in the
Hollow Tree except the 'Coon and 'Possum and the old black Crow. Of
course the others used to come back and visit them pretty often, and Mr.
Dog, too, now that he had got to be good friends with all the Deep Woods
people, and they thought a great deal of him when they got to know him
better. Mr. Dog told them a lot of things they had never heard of
before, things that he'd learned at Mr. Man's house, and maybe that's
one reason why they got to liking him so well.

[Illustration: HE TOLD THEM ALL ABOUT SANTA CLAUS.]

He told them about Santa Claus, for one thing, and how the old fellow
came down the chimney on Christmas Eve to bring presents to Mr. Man and
his children, who always hung up their stockings for them, and Mr. Dog
said that once he had hung up his stocking, too, and got a nice bone in
it, that was so good he had buried and dug it up again as much as six
times before spring. He said that Santa Claus always came to Mr. Man's
house, and that whenever the children hung up their stockings they were
always sure to get something in them.

[Illustration: MR. CROW HE MA