"Let's go outside and listen!"

Still smiling, Mrs. Chipmunk went to the door again with Sandy. And
pretty soon they heard a long, far-off wail.

"There!" he cried. "That's it! Don't you hear it, Mother?"

"That--" Mrs. Chipmunk said--"that is nothing but the whistle of an
engine, way down at the other end of Pleasant Valley."




III

THE BROKEN EGG


Nuts and grains were what Sandy Chipmunk ate more than anything else. But
sometimes when he could not find enough of those, or when he wanted a
change of food, he would eat almost any sort of berry, and apples and
pears as well. Tomatoes, too, he liked once in a while. And he was very
fond of sunflower seeds. He would not refuse a fat insect, either, if it
flew his way. But these were not the only dainties that Sandy thought
good. There was something else--something to be found in trees--for which
Sandy sometimes hunted. And before he came home, after finding what he
was looking for, he always wiped his mouth with great care.

If you had ever seen him wiping his mouth like that, you might have