that Striped Chipmunk sleeps nearly all winter, just waking up
occasionally to pop his head out on a bright day to see how the
weather is. A great many folks call Striped Chipmunk a Ground
Squirrel, but more properly he is a Rock Squirrel because he
likes stony places best. Supposing, Striped Chipmunk, you tell
us where and how you make your home."

"I make my home down in the ground," replied Striped Chipmunk. "I
dig a tunnel just big enough to run along comfortably. Down deep
enough to be out of reach of Jack Frost I make a nice little
bedroom with a bed of grass and leaves, and I make another little
room for a storeroom in which to keep my supply of seeds and nuts.
Sometimes I have more than one storeroom. Also I have some little
side tunnels."

"But why is it I never have been able to find the entrance to your
tunnel?" asked Peter, as full of curiosity as ever.

"Because I have it hidden underneath the stone wall on the edge of
the Old Orchard," replied Striped Chipmunk.

"But even then, I should think that all the sand you must have
taken out would give your secret away," cried Peter.

Striped Chipmunk chuckled happily. It was a throaty little chuckle,
pleasant to hear. "I looked out for that," said he. "There isn't
a grain of that sand around my doorway. I took it all out through
another hole some distance away, a sort of back door, and then
closed it up solidly. If you please, Mother Nature, if I am not
a Ground Squirrel, who is?"