And when evening came, and the sun was dropping out
of sight in the west, Sandy and Frisky decided they had worked long
enough for Mr. Crow.
"Don't you suppose he has enough food by this time?" Sandy asked. He
looked up at Mr. Crow's house. "We mustn't fill his house too full," he
said. "He has to have room for himself, you know."
"I don't think he'll have any trouble getting inside it," Frisky
Squirrel answered.
"Well--I'm glad you helped me," Sandy told him. "If it didn't make me
dizzy to climb so high I'd like to take a look at Mr. Crow's food. I hope
he'll be pleased."
"I hope he will," Frisky Squirrel agreed.
Sandy Chipmunk noticed that Frisky Squirrel was smiling. But he thought
that it was only because he was thinking about Mr. Crow, and how happy
he would be.
"Let's wait here till he comes home," Sandy suggested.
But Frisky Squirrel said that he was going to bed early that night,
because he expected to have a race with the sun the next morning.
"I'm going to try to beat him," he explained. "I'm going to see if I
can't get up before he does."
So Frisky said good-night and left Sandy to wait for Mr.
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