accustomed to the uproar, and he crept out on the limb where he
lived--not too far away from the door--and looked down and watched the
fun.

He was enjoying the picnic quite as much as the merry-makers
themselves--until a boy spied him. And then several boys began to throw
acorns at him. Frisky did not like that so well; and he hid in a
crotch of the tree where he could not be seen from below, until the
boys forgot all about him.

When the picnickers went away, Frisky lost no time. He slipped down
the tree in a hurry. You see, he had seen the children eating their
lunch and he hoped he would be able to find some tidbit which they had
left behind them.

Sure enough! there was a feast waiting for him. He was not the only
one who was there to enjoy it. For there were three ruffianly red
squirrels and a half-dozen chipmunks who appeared on the spot as if by
magic.

This second picnic soon came to an end, for the dainties did not last
long. But what Frisky found, he enjoyed very much. Most of all he
liked a bit of something that was covered with a white coating, which
looked a good deal like snow. But it did not taste like snow at all;
it was as sweet as sweet could be!

Rusty Red-squirrel found a piece of the same dainty, and he explained
to Frisky that it was called "cake."

"I ate some once at Farmer Green's house," he said. "Farmer Green's