“But we don’t even know where to look for it.” “Do you see that great oak tree, the one with so many knots? I saw a squirrel run into a hole in the trunk just now. Maybe he’s the Wizard Squirrel himself, and I mean to ask him if he will tell us where to go.” “Oh, don’t,” pleaded Silvergirl. “I am afraid he might hurt you.” “Some wizards are bad,” declared Silverboy as wisely as if he had gone fishing with wizards every day of his life, “but some are good, and I’m almost sure that this is a good one.” Then he went under the tree and called softly:-- “Squirrel, squirrel, are you the Wizard Squirrel?” “Wizard yourself!” scolded the squirrel, making up a comical face at him. “I wish you’d keep quiet; I want to eat my supper.” “But won’t you please tell us where to look for a silver door?” begged Silverboy. “In the place where they keep them, of course,” retorted the Wizard Squirrel, for it was really he himself. “Won’t you please tell us where that is?” Silverboy persisted. “Perhaps it is in the moon,” declared the Wizard Squirrel meditatively. “It looks as if there was a good deal of silver up there. Why don’t you ask the Moon King?” he added, dropping a bit of nutshell directly upon Silverboy’s nose. “Now, run away; you ask too many questions. Squirrels never ask questions at suppertime.” “But we can’t get to the moon,” said Silverboy sadly. “No more can you get to me,” retorted the Wizard Squirrel, “but you won’t stop talking to me.” And with a whisk of his bushy tail he slipped out of sight into his hole. “He means that we shall call to the moon,” said Silvergirl. They went out from the forest to an open field to watch for the moon, and soon it shone down clear and bright, and they cried:-- “O moon, moon, won’t you please help us and tell us where to find a silver door?” But the moon sailed on among the little clouds and answered never a word. Right behind the children, however, they heard a funny little chattering. It was the Wizard Squirrel, and he called:-- “You are real moon calves! I never told you to call out in that fashion. I’ve thought of something. What will you do for me if I tell you which way to go to find a silver door?” “I’ll give you a great pile of nuts,” said Silverboy. “Ho, nuts, indeed!” declared the Wizard Squirrel. “I can get nuts myself, and I can go to the very tops of trees that you wouldn’t think of climbing.” “I’ll do anything you say,” promised Silverboy eagerly. “There’s just one thing that you can do for me,” said the Wizard Squirrel. “I don’t want the All-Alone Axe to cut down the Ancient Oak, and if you will go to the mountain over there and get him to promise to let it alone, you will be started on the right way to find the silver door. If he won’t do it, you may as well go home, for you’ll never find your door if you hunt till the skies fall. I can’t stop to talk with moon calves any longer,” and in a flash he was gone.