I Scooped Out A Good-Sized Piece As Well
As I Could, Gathered Up The Runaway Raisins, And Then - Put It In The
Stove.
And this I did at every dinner while I was there, almost trembling
each time for fear Bryant would come in and discover how the pie was
being disposed of.
It lasted long, for I could not cut off a piece for
Faye, as Bryant had given us to understand in the beginning that the
chef d'oeuvre was for me only.
Nothing pleases me more than to have the enlisted men pay me some
little attention, and when the day after the pie a beautiful little
gray squirrel was brought to me in a nice airy box, I was quite
overcome. He is very much like Billie in size and color, which seems
remarkable, since Billie was from the far South and this little fellow
from the far North. I wanted to take him out of the box at once, but
the soldier said he would bite, and having great respect for the teeth
of a squirrel, I let him stay in his prison while we were out there.
The first time I let him out after we got home he was frantic, and
jumped on the mantel, tables, and chairs, scattering things right and
left. Finally he started to run up a lace window curtain back of the
sewing machine. On top of the machine was a plate of warm cookies that
Charlie had just brought to me, and getting a sniff of those the
squirrel stopped instantly, hesitated just a second, and then over he
jumped, took a cookie with his paws and afterwards held it with his
teeth until he had settled himself comfortably, when he again took it
in his paws and proceeded to eat with the greatest relish.
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