haunt the same yard; but Whiskey would by no means allow him to
cultivate his young mistress's acquaintance. No indeed! he evidently
considered that the institution would not support two. Sometimes he
would appear to be conversing with the stranger on the most familiar
and amicable terms in the back-yard; but if his mistress called his
name, he would immediately start and chase his companion quite out of
sight, before he came back to her.

So you see that self-seeking is not confined to men alone, and that
Whiskey's fine little fur coat covers a very selfish heart.

As winter comes on, Whiskey will go down into his hole, which has
many long galleries and winding passages, and a snug little bedroom
well lined with leaves. Here he will doze and dream away his long
winter months, and nibble out the inside of his store of nuts.

If I hear any more of his cunning tricks, I will tell you of them.