very high building on the water's edge, that they thought must be the mill
that the chitmunks had told them they would come to; and they were in good
spirits, as they now expected to find plenty of good things laid up for
them to eat, so they went in by the door of the mill.

"Dear me, what a dust there is!", said Nimble, looking about him; "I
think it must be snowing."

"Snow does not fall in hot weather," said Velvet; "besides, this white
powder is very sweet and nice;" and she began to lick some of the flour
that lay in the cracks of the floor.

"I have found some nice seeds here," said Nimble, running to the top of a
sack that stood with the mouth untied; "these are better than pine-kernels,
and not so hard. We must have come to one of the great grain-stores that
our cousin told us of. Well, I am sure the people are very kind to have
laid up so many good things for us squirrels."

When they had eaten as much as they liked, they began to run about to see
what was in the mill. Presently, a man came in, and they saw him take one
of the sacks of wheat, and pour it into a large upright box, and in a few
minutes there was a great noise--a sort of buzzing, whirring, rumbling,
dashing, and splashing;--and away ran Velvet-paw in a terrible fright, and
scrambled up some beams and rafters to the top of the wall, where she sat
watching what was going--on, trembling all over; but finding that no harm
happened to her, took courage, and after a time ceased to be afraid. She
saw Nimble perched on a cross-beam looking down very intently at
something; so she came out of her corner and ran to him, and asked what he
was looking at.