“At the approach of spring the red squirrels got under my house, two at a time, directly under my feet as I sat reading or writing, and kept up the queerest chuckling and chirruping and vocal pirouetting and gurgling sounds that ever were heard; and when I stamped they onlychirruped the louder, as if past all fear and respect in their mad pranks, defying humanity to stop them. No, you don'tchickareechickaree. They were wholly deaf to my arguments,or failed to perceive their force, and fell into a strain of invective that was irresistible.”
