No
doubt you can get Frisky Squirrel to help you again. But you must pay him
with _your_ share of the corn--not with mine."
"But then there wouldn't be any left for me," Sandy objected.
"But just think of all the beechnuts you have," Mr. Crow reminded him.
Sandy Chipmunk shook his head. "I'm afraid I'm too stupid to work for
you any more," he told Mr. Crow.
"Oh! I didn't mean what I said," Mr. Crow hastened to explain.
"Then--" Sandy said--"then how do I know that you mean what you say when
you tell me you want corn to eat?"
And Mr. Crow could find no answer to that. He was disappointed, too. For
he was afraid he would have to go south to spend the winter, after all.
XI
THE MAIL-BOX
Climbing an oak at the cross-roads one day, not far from Farmer Green's
house, Sandy Chipmunk discovered a queer box nailed to the trunk of the
tree. Much as he wanted to, he couldn't look inside the box, because its
lid was closed. And since Sandy was afraid the box might be some sort of
trap, he didn't dare go near it and poke at the lid.
Later that day Sandy told Frisky Squirrel about the strange box.
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