Little Jack Rabbit threw himself against the door as soon as it closed
on Featherhead. But Old Barney Owl had fastened the latch and it
wouldn't open. My! What a dreadful scuffling was going on inside.

"Open the door! Open the door!" shouted the little rabbit, pounding on
the wooden panels with his strong hind feet. But Old Barney Owl paid no
attention. Maybe he had all he could do to hold Featherhead.

By and by it grew very quiet and Twinkle Tail peeped in through the
keyhole, but he couldn't see anything.

"Oh, dear me!" cried Little Jack Rabbit. "Perhaps Old Barney Owl has
eaten Featherhead!" Poor Twinkle Tail's heart almost stopped beating.
Maybe it would have if he had known that the old owl had dragged his
little brother squirrel upstairs by the tail.

"Snowballs and eggs! Snowballs and eggs!" muttered Old Barney, shaking
Featherhead until his teeth rattled. "You little rascal! You thought I
couldn't tell a snowball from an egg, eh?" and he gave the little
squirrel another shake.

"Now I'm going to skin you and eat you for supper!"

Oh, dear me! How Featherhead trembled when he heard that.

Just then there came a tremendous crash downstairs, and as the old owl
looked over the railing, Twinkle Tail and Little Jack Rabbit broke in
the door.

"Help! Help!" shouted Featherhead.

"Rats and mice! Rats and mice!" cried Old Barney Owl, still keeping a
tight hold on the little squirrel's tail.

He knew there was going to be trouble, but he wasn't going to let his
supper get away from him without a fight, let me tell you. No, siree.
Old Barney Owl was too hungry for that. But he changed his mind pretty
quickly. Yes, siree. When Little Jack Rabbit let fly his hind feet,
thumpty-thump, thumpty-thump! knocking the old owl head over heels, he
changed his mind. He let go of Featherhead, and before he could change
it again there was nobody in the house except himself.

Gracious me! How the Squirrel Brothers scurried home. And the little
rabbit lost no time, either. He went to bed early and in the middle of
the night, when Old Barney Owl went "Hooty, toot!" he shivered and
pulled the bedclothes up over his head.

"Toot, toot, hoot!"
Old Barney plays his flute.
It sounds so shivery in the dark,
The firefly's tiny gleaming spark,
Goes out because the firefly
Is frightened by the old owl's cry.

PUMPKIN PLACE P. O.

"Little Jack Rabbit!" said his mother, the next morning, "run