What if that window should be closed while
he was in there? Then he would be a prisoner.
So he sat up and begged. He knew that Farmer Brown's boy knew what he
wanted. But Farmer Brown's boy kept his hand just where it was.
"Come on, you little rascal," said he. "You ought to know me well enough
by this time to know that I won't hurt you or let any harm come to you.
Hurry up, because I can't stand here all day. You see, I've just got
over the mumps, and if I should catch cold I might be sick again. Come
along now, and show how brave you are."
Of course Happy Jack couldn't understand what he said. If he could
have, he might have guessed that it was the mumps that had made Farmer
Brown's boy look so like Striped Chipmunk when he has his cheeks stuffed
with nuts. But if he couldn't understand what Farmer Brown's boy said,
he had no difficulty in understanding that if he wanted those nuts he
would have to go after them. So at last he screwed up his courage and
put his head inside. Nothing happened, so he went wholly in and sat on
the inside sill.
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