Polly Chuck and he knew now that Polly Chuck loved him. He had known
it ever since he had fought with the foolish little dog who had dared
to frighten Polly Chuck.

After the fight was over, and the little dog had been sent home kiyi-
yi-ing, Polly Chuck had crept out of the old stone wall where she had
been hiding and snuggled up beside Johnny Chuck and looked at him as
if she thought him the most wonderful Chuck in all the world, as,
indeed, she did. And Johnny had felt his heart swell and swell with
happiness until it almost choked him.

So now once more Johnny Chuck began to think of a new home. He had
forgotten all about seeing the world. All he wanted now was a new
house, built just so, with a front door and a hidden back door, and
big enough for two, for no more would Johnny Chuck live alone. So,
with shy little Polly Chuck by his side, he began to search for a
place to make a new home.

The more he thought about it, the more Johnny wanted to build his
house over by the lone elm-tree where he had first seen Polly Chuck.
It was a splendid place. From it you could see a great way in every
direction. It would be shady on hot summer days. It was near a great
big patch of sweet clover. It seemed to Johnny Chuck that it was the
best place on all the Green Meadows. He whispered as much to Polly
Chuck. She turned up her nose.

"It's too low!" said she.

"Oh!" replied Johnny, and looked puzzled, for really it was one of the
highest places on the Green Meadows.