poor fellow would be half starved."

"O no," said Rollo; "I am sure I should not forget it."

"Did you remember your reading-lesson this morning?"

"Why,--no," said Rollo, looking a little confused. "But I am sure I
should not forget to feed a squirrel if I had one."

"You don't know as much as I thought you did," replied Jonas.

"Why?"

"I thought you knew more about yourself than to suppose you could be
trusted to do any thing regularly every day. Why, you would not remember
to wash your own face every morning, if your mother did not remind you.
The squirrel is almost as fit to take care of you in your wigwam, as you
are to take care of him in a cage."

Rollo felt a little ashamed of his boasting, for he knew that what Jonas
said was true. Jonas said, finally, "However, we will try to catch him;
but I cannot promise that I shall let you keep him in a cage. It will be
bad enough for him to be shut up all night in the box trap, but I can
pay him for that the next day in corn."

So Jonas brought down the box trap that night. It was a long box, about
as big as a cricket, with a tall, pointed back, which looked like a
steeple; so Rollo called it the steeple trap. It was so made that if the
squirrel should go in, and begin to nibble some corn, which they were
going to put in there, it would make the cover come down and shut him