When he reached the oak, where the box was, Sandy climbed the tree and
perched himself on a limb and waited. He had not sat there long before he
saw a man drive up the road. Sandy Chipmunk was surprised when the man
stopped beneath the tree and dropped some letters and newspapers into the
box. He was surprised because the man drove only one horse, instead of
twelve. And the man had only a single bag of mail in his wagon, instead
of a great heap--as big as six haystacks.

Sandy Chipmunk was somewhat disappointed. But he was glad of one thing:
The man left the lid of the box open. And as soon as he had driven on
again, Sandy crept down the tree and crawled right inside the mail-box.

Though he was not expecting a letter from anybody, he thought it would be
just as well to look and see if the man had left one for him.

Now, Sandy had never learned to read. And you might think it would do him
no good at all to look at the envelopes. But he soon came upon one which
he was sure was his. And the reason for that was that he had found an
envelope with the picture of a chipmunk in one corner of it!

That was enough for Sandy.

"I'm glad I came!" he said to himself. "Here's a letter for me! And how
surprised everybody will be!"

So he took the letter in his mouth and started down the tree.

The very first person he surprised was Farmer Green himself. He had
walked to the cross-roads from his house. And he had almost reached the
oak when he saw Sandy Chipmunk spring from the tree to the stone wall,