Phonny held the trap up and Beechnut peeped through the hole. "Yes," said he, "I see the top of his head His name is Frink." "Frink?" repeated Phonny, "how do you know?" "I think that must be his name," said Beechnut. "If you don't believe it, try and see if you can make him answer to any other name. If you can I'll give it up." "Nonsense, Beechnut," said Phonny. "That is only some of your fun. But Frink will be a very good name for him, nevertheless. Only I was going to call him Bunny." "I don't think his name is Bunny," said Beechnut. "I knew Bunny. He was a squirrel that belonged to Rodolphus. He got away and ran off into the woods, but I don't think that this is the same one." "I'll call him Frink," said Phonny. "But what would you do with him if you were in my place?" "Me?" said Beechnut. "Yes," said Phonny. "Well, I think," said Beechnut, stopping his work a moment, and leaning on his rake, and drawing a long breath, as if what he was about to say was the result of very anxious deliberation, "I think that on the whole, if that squirrel were mine, I should put two large baskets up in the barn-chamber, and send him into the woods this fall to get beechnuts, and hazelnuts, and fill the baskets. One basket for beechnuts and one for hazelnuts, and I would give him a month to fill them." [Illustration: BEECHNUT'S ADVICE.] "Nonsense, Beechnut," said Phonny, "you are only making fun. If I were to let him go off into the woods, he never would come back again." "Why, do you suppose," said Beechnut, "that he would rather be running about in the woods than to live in that trap?" "Yes," said Phonny. "Then," said Beechnut, "you must make him a beautiful cage, and have it so convenient and comfortable for him, that he shall like it better than he does the woods. That would not be difficult, one would suppose, because he has nothing but holes in the ground and old hollow logs in the woods." "I know that," said Phonny; "but then I don't think he would like any house that I could make him, so well as he does the old logs." "Then I don't know what you will do," said Beechnut, "to make him contented." So saying Beechnut went away, leaving Phonny and Stuyvesant together. They talked a few minutes about the squirrel, and then began to walk along toward the house. As they walked along, they heard the bell ring for dinner. "There," said Phonny, "there is the dinner-bell, what shall we do now? Where shall I put my squirrel while we are in at dinner?" "Haven't you got some sort of cage to put him in?" said Stuyvesant. "No," said Phonny, "I was going to make one after dinner in my shop. I have got a shop, did you know it?" "Yes," said Stuyvesant, "Beechnut told me." "Only my tools are rather dull," added Phonny. "But I think I can make a cage with them." "You might put the trap in the shop, on the bench," said Stuyvesant, "till after dinner, and then make your cage." "Well," said Phonny, "so I will."