"My little old man and I fell out, How shall we bring this matter about? Bring it about as well as you can, And get you gone, you little old man!" "You could squeeze in, through that little round hole," said Goody Tiptoes. "Yes, I could," said the Chipmunk, "but my husband, Chippy Hackee, bites!" Down below there was a noise of cracking nuts and nibbling; and then the fat squirrel voice and the thin squirrel voice sang-- "For the diddlum day Day diddle dum di! Day diddle diddle dum day!" THEN Goody peeped in at the hole, and called down--"Timmy Tiptoes! Oh fie, Timmy Tiptoes!" And Timmy replied, "Is that you, Goody Tiptoes? Why, certainly!" He came up and kissed Goody through the hole; but he was so fat that he could not get out. Chippy Hackee was not too fat, but he did not want to come; he stayed down below and chuckled. AND so it went on for a fortnight; till a big wind blew off the top of the tree, and opened up the hole and let in the rain. Then Timmy Tiptoes came out, and went home with an umbrella. BUT Chippy Hackee continued to camp out for another week, although it was uncomfortable. AT last a large bear came walking through the wood. Perhaps he also was looking for nuts; he seemed to be sniffing around. CHIPPY HACKEE went home in a hurry! AND when Chippy Hackee got home, he found he had caught a cold in his head; and he was more uncomfortable still. And now Timmy and Goody Tiptoes keep their nut-store fastened up with a little padlock. AND whenever that little bird sees the Chipmunks, he sings--"Who's-been-digging-up MY-nuts? Who's been digging-up MY-nuts?" But nobody ever answers! THE END THE PIE AND THE PATTY-PAN Pussy-cat sits by the fire--how should she be fair? In walks the little dog--says "Pussy are you there? How do you do mistress Pussy? Mistress Pussy, how do you do?" "I thank you kindly, little dog, I fare as well as you!" Old Rhyme. ONCE upon a time there was a Pussy-cat called Ribby, who invited a little dog called Duchess to tea. "Come in good time, my dear Duchess," said Ribby's letter, "and we will have something so very nice. I am baking it in a pie-dish--a pie-dish with a pink rim. You never tasted anything so good! And YOU shall eat it all! _I_ will eat muffins, my dear Duchess!" wrote Ribby. Duchess read the letter and wrote an answer:--"I will come with much pleasure at a quarter past four. But it is very strange. _I_ was just going to invite you to come here, to supper, my dear Ribby, to eat something MOST DELICIOUS." "I will come very punctually, my dear Ribby," wrote Duchess; and then at the end she added--"I hope it isn't mouse?" And then she thought that did not look quite polite; so she scratched out "isn't mouse" and changed it to "I hope it will be fine," and she gave her letter to the postman. But she thought a great deal about Ribby's pie, and she read Ribby's letter over and over again.