It was that way with Happy Jack
Squirrel now.
You see, Happy Jack knew that Shadow the Weasel is not one to give up
easily. Shadow has one very good trait, and that is persistence. He is
not easily discouraged. When he sets out to do a thing, usually he does
it. If he starts to get a thing, usually he gets it. No, he isn't easily
discouraged. Happy Jack knows this. No one knows it better. So Happy
Jack didn't dare to go home. He knew that any minute of night or day
Shadow might surprise him there, and that would be the end of him. He
more than half suspected that Shadow was at that very time hiding
somewhere along the way ready to spring out on him if he should try to
go back home.
He had stayed in the room of Farmer Brown's boy until Mrs. Brown had
come to make the bed. Then he had jumped out the window into the big
maple tree. He wasn't quite sure of Mrs. Brown yet. She had kindly eyes.
They were just like the eyes of Farmer Brown's boy. But he didn't feel
really acquainted yet, and he felt safer outside than inside the room
while she was there.
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