n the sill, perhaps
they would have been less afraid. But they had been too badly frightened
to look back, and so they didn't know anything about that.

The next morning Tommy Tit was on hand as usual, but he found Happy
Jack a little doubtful about paying another visit. He wasn't wholly over
his scare of the day before. It took him some time to make up his mind
to go, but finally he did. This time when they reached the tree close by
the house, they found a great surprise awaiting them. Farmer Brown's boy
was sitting just inside the window, looking out. At least, they thought
it was Farmer Brown's boy, but when they got a little nearer, they grew
doubtful. It looked like Farmer Brown's boy, and yet it didn't. His
cheeks stuck way out just as Striped Chipmunk's do when he has them
stuffed full of corn or nuts.

Happy Jack stared at him very hard. "My goodness, I didn't know he
carried his food that way!" he exclaimed. "I should think it would be
dreadfully uncomfortable."

If Farmer Brown's boy could have heard that, he certainly would have
tried to laugh, and if he had--well, it was bad enough when he tried to
smile at the sight of Tommy Tit and Happy Jack. He didn't smile at all
but made up an awful face instead and clapped both hands to his cheeks.
Happy Jack and Tommy Tit didn't know what to make of it, and it was some
time before they made up their minds that it really was Farmer Brown's
boy, and that they had nothing to fear. But when they finally ventured
on to the sill and, as they helped themselves to nuts, saw the smile in
his eyes, though he did not smile with his mouth at all, they knew that
it was he, and that he was glad that they had called. Then they were
glad too.

But what was the matter with Farmer Brown's boy? Happy Jack puzzled over
it all the rest of the day, and then gave it up.

CHAPTER XXI

HAPPY JACK SQUIRREL GROWS VERY BOLD

When you find a friend in trouble
Pass along a word of cheer.
Often it is very helpful
Just to feel a friend is near.

_Happy Jack._

Every day Happy Jack visited the window sill of Farmer Brown's house to
call on Farmer Brown's boy, who was always waiting for him just inside
the window. In fact Happy Jack had got into the habit of getting his
breakfast there, for always there were fat, delicious nuts on the
window-sill, and it was much easier and more comfortable to breakfast
there than to hunt up his own hidden supplies and per