So they ate first one thing and then another, and Mr. "c.o.o.n asked if they remembered the time Mr. Dog had come to one of their picnics before they were friends with him, when he"d really been invited to stay away; and they all laughed when they thought how Mr. Rabbit had excused himself, and the others, too, one after another, until Mr. Dog had the picnic mostly to himself. And by-and-by the Hollow Tree People lit their pipes and smoked, and Mr. "Possum leaned his back against a tree and read himself to sleep, and dreamed, and had a kind of a nightmare about that other picnic, and talked in his sleep about it, which made Mr.

"c.o.o.n think of something to do.

So then Mr. "c.o.o.n got some long gra.s.s and made a strong band of it and very carefully tied Mr. "Possum to the tree, and just as Mr. "Possum began to have his dream again and was saying "Oh! Oh! here comes Mr.

Dog!" Mr. "c.o.o.n gave three loud barks right in Mr. "Possum"s ear, and Mr. Crow said "Wake up! Wake up, Mr. "Possum! Here he comes!"

[Ill.u.s.tration: MR. "POSSUM LEANED HIS BACK AGAINST A TREE AND READ HIMSELF TO SLEEP]

And Mr. "Possum did wake up, and jumped and jerked at that band, and holloed out as loud as he could:

"Oh, please let me go, Mr. Dog! Oh, please let me go, Mr. Dog!" for he thought it was Mr. Dog that had him, and he forgot all about them being friends.

But just then he happened to see Mr. Crow and Mr. "c.o.o.n rolling on the ground and laughing, and he looked down to see what had him and found he was tied to a tree, and he knew that they had played a joke on him. That made him pretty mad at first, and he said if he ever got loose he"d pay them back for their smartness.

Then Mr. "c.o.o.n told him he most likely never would get loose if he didn"t promise not to do anything, so Mr. "Possum promised, and Mr.

"c.o.o.n untied him. Mr. "Possum said he guessed the chicken must have been pretty hard to digest, and he knew it was pretty salt, for he was dying for a good cold drink.

Then Mr. "c.o.o.n said he knew where there was a spring over beyond the wall that had colder water than the brook, and he"d show them the way to it. So they climbed over the wall and slipped through the bushes to the spring, and all took a nice cold drink, and just as they raised their heads from drinking they heard somebody say something. And they all kept perfectly still and listened, and they heard it again, just beyond some bushes.

[Ill.u.s.tration: SO MR. "POSSUM PROMISED, AND MR. "c.o.o.n UNTIED HIM]

So then they crept softly in among the green leaves and branches and looked through, and what do you think they saw?

The Story Teller turns to the Little Lady, who seems a good deal excited.

"Why, why, what did they see?" she says. "Tell me, quick!"

"Why," the Story Teller goes on, "they saw the Little Lady and the Story Teller having a picnic too, with all the nice things spread out by a rock, under the hemlock-trees."

"Oh," gasps the Little Lady, "did they really see us? and are they there now?"

"They might be," says the Story Teller. "The Hollow Tree People slip around very softly. Anyway, they were there then, and it was the first time they had ever seen the Little Lady and the Story Teller so close.

And they watched them until they were all through with their picnic and had gathered up their things. Then the "c.o.o.n and the "Possum and Old Black Crow slipped away again, and crept over the wall and gathered up their own things and set out for home very happy."

The Little Lady grasps the Story Teller"s hand.

"Let"s go and see their picnic place!" she says. "They may be there now."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "AND WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY SAW?"]

So the Little Lady and the Story Teller go softly down to the spring and get a drink; then they creep across to the mossy stone wall and peer over, and there, sure enough, is a green mossy place in the shade, the very place to spread a picnic; and the Little Lady jumps and says "Oh!"

for she sees something brown whisk into the bushes. Anyhow, she knows the Hollow Tree People have been there, for there is a little piece of paper on the moss which they must have used to wrap up something, and she thinks they most likely heard her coming and are just gone.

So the Story Teller lifts her over the wall, and they sit down on the green moss of the Hollow Tree picnic place, and she leans up against him and listens to the singing of the brook, and the Story Teller sings softly too, until by-and-by the Little Lady is asleep.

And it may be, as they sit there and drowse and dream, that the Hollow Tree People creep up close and watch them.

Who knows?

[Ill.u.s.tration]

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