id new storehouse as fast as his little legs would take
him. Back and forth, back and forth, scampered Striped Chipmunk, and all
the time he was laughing inside and hoping his big cousins would keep
right on quarreling.

CHAPTER IV

HAPPY JACK AND CHATTERER FEEL FOOLISH

If you get and spend a penny,
Then of course you haven't any.
Be like me--a Happy Jack--
And put it where you'll get it back.

_Happy Jack._

Happy Jack and Chatterer were out of breath. Happy Jack was puffing and
blowing, for he is big and fat, and it is not so easy for him to race
about in the tree-tops as it is for his smaller, slim, nimble cousin,
Chatterer. So Happy Jack was the first to stop. He sat on a branch 'way
up in the top of the tall hickory tree and glared across at Chatterer,
who sat on a branch on the other side of the tall tree.

"Couldn't catch me, could you, smarty?" taunted Chatterer.

"You just wait until I do! I'll make you sorry you ever came near my
hickory tree," snapped Happy Jack.

"I'm waiting. Besides, it isn't your tree any more than it's mine,"
replied Chatterer, and made a face at Happy Jack.

Happy Jack hopped up as if he meant to begin the chase again, but he had
a pain in his side from running so hard and so long, and so he sat down
again. Right down in his heart Happy Jack knew that Chatterer was
right, that the tree didn't belong to him any more than to his cousin.
But when he thought of all those big, fat nuts with which the tall
hickory tree had been loaded, greedy thoughts chased out all thoughts of
right and he said to himself again, as he had said when he first saw his
cousin, that Chatterer shouldn't have _one_ of them. He stopped scolding
long enough to steal a look at them, and then--what do you think Happy
Jack did? Why, he gave such a jump of surprise that he nearly lost his
balance. Not a nut was to be seen! Happy Jack blinked. Then, he rubbed
his eyes and looked again. He couldn't see a nut anywhere!

There were the husks in which the nuts had grown big and fat until they
were ripe, but now every husk was empty. Chatterer saw the queer look on
Happy Jack's face, and he looked too. Now Chatterer the Red Squirrel had
very quick wits, and he guessed right away what had happened. He knew
that while they had been quarreling and racing over the top of the tall
hickory tree, they must have knocked down all the nuts, which were just
ready to fall anyway. Like a little red