how could he have that, with that yawning hole through which he had
pushed earth and stones, which still littered the grass a little
distance away?

Luckily, Sandy knew exactly what to do. So he set to work to close the
big work-hole. It was no easy task--as you can believe. But at last he
managed to pack the hole full of dirt.

Then he had no door at all. And there he was in the dark, inside the
hall that led to his chamber and storeroom. But that did not worry Sandy.
You see, he knew just what he was about. And before long he had dug a new
doorway--a small, neat, round hole, which you would probably have walked
right past, without noticing it, it was so hard to see in the grass that
grew thickly about it.

You might think that at last Sandy's house was finished. But he was not
satisfied with it until he had made still another doorway, in the same
fashion. He knew that it was safer to have an extra door through which he
could slip out when some enemy was entering by the other one. Then Sandy
Chipmunk's house was finished. And he was greatly pleased with it.

But his work was not yet done. He had to furnish his chamber. So he began
to hunt about for dry leaves, to make him a bed. These he stuffed into
his cheek-pouches and carried into his house. But he didn't march proudly
up to one of his two doors. Oh, no! He reached it by careful leaps and
bounds. And when he left home again he was particular to go in the same
manner in which he had come.

It made no difference which of his doors Sandy used. He always came and
went like that, because he didn't want to wear a path to either of his