elf."

Jimmy Crow turned his head first to one side and then to the other, and
winked his bright little eye. Then he winked the other several times.
After that he wagged his feathered tail and opened both eyes.

"I know just the place for you."

"You don't mean it," cried Featherhead.

"I certainly do," replied Jimmy Crow, "if you'll follow me I'll take
you there in a jiffy." And Jimmie Crow knew what he was about, for he
quickly led the little squirrel to a tall oak tree whose acorns lay in
heaps all over the ground. Way up high on a branch was an old crow's
nest.

"There's the place for you," cried Jimmy Crow. "You can fix it up in no
time."

Featherhead thanked him and ran up the tree to look it over. It didn't
take him long to make up his mind what to do. Pressing the sticks more
closely together, he covered them overhead and all around with leafy
twigs, until it looked like a great big ball of leaves. In one side he
made a little round hole for a doorway, and as the roof was nicely
rounded, and this was the only opening, the rain couldn't get inside.

"With a good supply of nuts," he laughed, "I won't have to go down to
the ground for my meals, and can sleep for days at a time when it's cold
and stormy!"

My little house up in the tree
Is just the very thing for me.
It holds my food and keeps the rain
From off my comfy counterpane.

But sometimes it seems lonely quite
When fall the shadows of the night,
And I have no one but myself
To climb up to the pantry shelf.

PARSON OWL EXPLAINS

One day as Twinkle Tail was taking a walk through the treetops, he met
a young lady squirrel. She was anxiously looking here and there as if
in search of something.

"Are you looking for anybody?" asked Twinkle Tail, lifting his little
fur cap and bowing politely.

"Not exactly," she replied, "I'm looking for a furnished apartment. Do
you know of one?"

Twinkle Tail didn't answer at once. He wanted to say something, but as
he was a bashful little squirrel, it took him some time to make up his
mind. Miss Squirrel, however, was not the least impatient, but curled
her beautiful bushy tail up over her back and looked her prettiest.

At last he said: "Why don't you share my house? It's a very nice sort of
a place since I fixed it up. It once belonged to Grandmother Magpie, you
know."

After little Miss Squirrel had looked it over, she seemed greatly
pleased, especially with