waiting for Brownie to answer. "You know, old Grandaddy Beaver says
that there's going to be a great wind. This young feller----" said
Tim--"he's already dug a house in the bank near mine--ha! ha! He
thinks Grandaddy knows. But I say that Grandaddy Beaver is a--a fine,
noble, old gentleman," Tired Tim stammered. He had happened to glance
around while he was talking; and to his surprise there was Grandaddy
floating in the water close behind him.

"He certainly is," everybody agreed. "But we hope he's mistaken about
the great wind."

When Tuesday came--which was the very next day--Brownie Beaver crept
into his tunnel in the bank at sunrise. And he never came outside
again until the sun had set.

When he saw that his house was still there, in the middle of the pond,
he shouted with joy.

"Hurrah!" he cried. "The chain saved my house!" Then he noticed that
all the other houses were still there, too. "How's this?" he asked
Tired Tim, who stood on the bank beside him. "Did my chain save the
whole village?"

Tired Tim grinned--for he was not too lazy to do that.

"There wasn't any cyclone," he said. "There wasn't a breath of wind
all day. And old Grandaddy Beaver is so upset that he's gone to bed
and won't talk with anybody."