Just
nuts!
"Yes! Guess who he is." Grandfather's laughing eyes twinkled up the
long table at Grandmother. "I'll give you three guesses apiece,
beginning with Heart's Delight. Guess number one, Heart's Delight."
"Chip." Heart's Delight had guessed it at the very first guess.
"Chip!" laughed all the little grand-boys and girls. "Why, of course!
Chip! He would rather have just nuts for his Thanksgiving dinner."
"I wish he had some of mine," cried Silence.
"And mine!" cried Terry, and all the others wished that he had some of
theirs. What a Thanksgiving dinner little Chip would have had!
"He's got plenty, thank you." It was the shy little voice of Heart's
Delight. A soft pink color had come into her round cheeks. Everybody
looked at her in surprise, for how did Heart's Delight know that Chip
had plenty of nuts? Then Terry remembered something.
"Oh, that's where her nuts went to!" he cried. "Heart's Delight gave
them to Chip! We couldn't think what she had done with them all."
Heart's Delight's cheeks grew pinker--very pink indeed.
"Yes, that's where," said Silence, leaning over to squeeze one of
Heart's Delight's little hands. And sure enough, it was. In the
beautiful nut month of October, when the children went after their
winter's supply of nuts, Heart's Delight had left all her little
rounded heap just where bright-eyed, nut-hungry Squirrel Chip would be
sure to find them and hurry them away to his hole.
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