The Story of a Summer - Or, Journal Leaves from Chappaqua by Cecilia Pauline Cleveland
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"Why, that squirrel was perched over the register while Miss Cleveland was singing, but he was so quiet that I thought he was stuffed." "He evidently is fond of music," said another; "pray sing something more, Miss Cleveland, and perhaps he may again come out." He had travelled down from the third story to the parlor through the flue (fortunately there was no fire), and was now commencing to desire society and food again. "Since he is fond of music," said Marguerite, "I will sing the ballad of the Flying Dutchman from Wagner's opera--that ought certainly to draw him out again." A music-loving squirrel evidently, and one versed in the art; for with the first strains of those curious harmonies and chromatic runs, descriptive of the howling winds that herald the coming of the Phantom Ship, Holländer's tiny head peered out, followed, after a furtive glance about, by his little body. Two gentlemen started to capture him, and then a chase ensued. Holländer tried to scamper up a picture, but tripped upon its glass, and fell. At last, the Colonel captured him in an attempt to scale the curtains, and after much struggling, kicking, biting, and other vigorous protestations from Holländer, landed him safely in his cage. The squirrels evidently enjoy country life very much. Early this morning Minna took them out of doors, and removed the bottom of the cage that they might play upon the grass, which so much exhilarated them that I am convinced they fancied they were entirely free. Then I |
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