Even if he was afraid, there was
comfort in having Farmer Brown's boy near.
For some time Farmer Brown's boy worked busily at the place where the
branch that Happy Jack knew so well started out from the trunk of the
tree towards the window of Farmer Brown's boy's room. When he had fixed
things to suit him, he went down the ladder and carried it away with
him. In the crotch of the tree he had left the queer thing that he had
brought under his arm. In spite of his fears, Happy Jack was curious.
Little by little he crept nearer. What he saw was a box with a round
hole, just about big enough for him to go through, in one end, and in
front of it a little shelf. On the shelf were some of the nuts that he
liked best.
For a long time Happy Jack looked and looked. Was it a trap? Somehow he
couldn't believe that it was. What would Farmer Brown's boy try to trap
him for when they were such good friends? At last the sight of the nuts
was too much for him. It certainly was safe enough to help himself to
those. How good they tasted! Almost before he knew it, they were gone.
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