Just get busy and don't stop to talk."
Of course Whitefoot did as he was told. He ran down to the ground
and began to hunt for the things Mrs. Whitefoot wanted. He was very
particular about it. He still didn't think much of her idea of
making over that old home of Melody's, but if she would do it, he
meant that she should have the very best of materials to do it with.
So back and forth from the ground to the old nest in the tree
Whitefoot hurried, and presently there was quite a pile of weed
stalks and soft grass and strips of bark in the old nest.
Mrs. Whitefoot joined Whitefoot in hunting for just the right
things, but she spent more time in arranging the material.
Over that old nest she made a fine high roof. Down through the
lower side she cut a little round doorway just big enough for them
to pass through. Unless you happened to be underneath looking up,
you never would have guessed there was an entrance at all. Inside
was a snug, round room, and in this she made the softest and most
comfortable of beds. As it began to look more and more like a home,
Whitefoot himself became as excited and eager as Mrs.
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