"I haven't any home," said Johnny, his face growing just a wee bit
wistful.

"You haven't any home!" Chatterer's voice sounded as if he didn't
think he had heard aright. "What have you done with it?"

"Given it to Jimmy Skunk," replied Johnny Chuck.

Now Chatterer never gives anything to anybody, and how any one could
give away his home was more than he could understand. He stared at
Johnny as if he thought Johnny had gone crazy. Finally he found his
tongue. "I don't believe it!" he snapped. "If Jimmy Skunk has got your
old home, it's because he put you out of it."

"No such thing! I'd like to see Jimmy Skunk or anybody else put me out
of my home!" Johnny Chuck spoke scornfully. "I gave it to him because
I didn't want it any longer. I'm going to see the world, and then I'm
going to build me a new home. Everybody else seems to be building new
homes this spring; why shouldn't I?"

"I'm not!" retorted Chatterer. "I know enough to know when I am well
off.

"Who has a discontented heart
Is sure to play a sorry part."

Johnny Chuck crawled out of the old log and stretched himself somewhat
painfully. "That may be, but there are different kinds of discontent.

Who never looks for better things