White Fox knew who he
was right away, for he had heard his mother speak of the Lemming family.
And this was one of the Lemmings! There could be no doubt of it. And the
Lemmings are great fighters, if they happen to be in the mood for it.
Why, they have been known to jump right into the ocean and try to swim
across it.

"Now I wonder what I'd better do," thought Little White Fox to himself.
But just because he couldn't think of anything at all to do, he did
nothing. And that was the very wisest way to behave just then. All
bunched up the way he was, he looked very large and strong. The longer
Mr. Lemming looked at him, the more sure he became that Little White Fox
was some relation of his. And we must be very kind to all our relatives,
especially when they are bigger than we are!

Mr. Lemming moved over to one side of the room as if to say, "You may go
out if you like."

Little White Fox moved half way to the door and then stopped, which
meant, "I'd like you to move a little farther away."

Mr. Lemming went back to the other side.

Little White Fox went to the door, but even then he did not go out, not
right away, he didn't. He turned and looked at Mr. Lemming, which meant,
"You won't bite my heels, will you?"

Mr. Lemming didn't make a move.

Little White Fox put his head out of the door. Then you should have seen
him get out of that tunnel! I don't believe Little White Fox ever went
faster in the world. When he was out on the snow, he looked around and
felt foolish, for Mr. Lemming was not coming after him at all.

That night Mr. Lemming closed up the tunnel to his house and made a new
one under a rock, where he thought Little White Fox would not be able to
find it.

Of course Little White Fox should have waited until Mr. Lemming came
home, and then asked him for something to eat. But, you know, he was
very hungry, and besides he was only a little white fox, after all.

CHAPTER VII

LITTLE WHITE BEAR AND LITTLE BLACK BEAR

Little White Bear stepped out from behind a great boulder that was black
as black could be against the whitest of all white worlds. And my! It
was a lonesome world! His mother had left him alone, years and years
ago, it seemed to him, to find something to eat. At last he was so
lonesome he just had to get out into the sunshine and see if there was
any one in all the wide, white world who would play with a little white
bear.

"I wonder! I do wonder if there is any one!" he sa