attention. It didn't interest him in the least. All through the
Green Forest were little holes in the snow. Jumper was so used to
them that he seldom noticed them. So he took no notice of this one
until something moved down in that hole. Jumper's eyes opened a
little wider and he watched. A sharp little face with very bright
eyes filled that little round hole. Jumper moved just the tiniest
bit, and in a flash that sharp little face with the bright eyes
disappeared. Jumper sat still and waited. After a long wait the
sharp little face with bright eyes appeared again. "Don't be
frightened, Whitefoot," said Jumper softly. At the first word the
sharp little face disappeared, but in a moment it was back, and the
sharp little eyes were fixed on Jumper suspiciously. After a long
stare the suspicion left them, and out of the little round hole came
trim little Whitefoot in a soft brown coat with white waistcoat and
with white feet and a long, slim tail. This winter he was not
living in Farmer Brown's sugarhouse.

"Gracious, Jumper, how you did scare me!" said he.

Jumper chuckled. "Whitefoot, I believe you are more timid than I am,"
he replied.

"Why shouldn't I be? I'm ever so much smaller, and I have more enemies,"
retorted Whitefoot.

"It is true you are smaller, but I am not so sure that you have more
enemies," replied Jumper thoughtfully. "It sometimes seems to me that
I couldn't have more, especially in winter."

"Name them," commanded Whitefoot.