[Illustration: He Dropped the Grain in Front of Uncle Sammy]
"Good morning!" the old fellow said. He spoke very pleasantly, though he
was so sleepy that he felt disagreeable enough. "I've come over to buy
something from your store."
"My store!" Sandy Chipmunk exclaimed.
"Yes!" said Uncle Sammy Coon. "I've heard you have a store here with a
heap of nuts and grain to sell."
Now, it had never occurred to Sandy Chipmunk to _sell_ any of the food he
had gathered for the winter. But when Uncle Sammy put the idea in his
head Sandy rather liked it.
"I have a fine stock, to be sure," he said. "The nuts are specially good.
How many would you like to buy?"
But Uncle Sammy Coon told him he didn't want any nuts.
"I never eat them," he said. "It's grain that I want. And I'll buy as
much as you care to sell.... Bring a sample of it up here," he urged.
"I'd like to see if it's as good as people say."
So Sandy Chipmunk darted into his house. And soon he appeared again with
his cheek-pouches crammed full of wheat kernels.
"There!" he cried, when he had dropped the grain in front of Uncle Sammy.
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