Madame Marquet chatted gaily to the little squirrel that sat watching her from the porch steps while she waited for her neighbor to come to the door.
"Caesar, you're a leel rascal, that's w ha t," she teased softly, "but if you come over after while, Mama will geeve you something to eat."
The squirrel cocked his head to one side as though he were puzzled by her French flavored language; then he scampered quickly away as the front door opened. Madame Marquet giggled at his antics, wrinkling her nose in the manner of a high school girl.
Luck, Ida Marie
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
, Article 15.
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