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Goody Tiptoes picked up the nut bags and went
home. She made a cup of tea for Timmy; but he
didn't come and didn't come.
Goody Tiptoes passed a lonely and unhappy night.
Next morning she ventured back to the nut-
bushes to look for him; but the other unkind
squirrels drove her away.
She wandered all over the wood, calling—
"Timmy Tiptoes! Timmy Tiptoes! Oh, where is
Timmy Tiptoes?"
In the meantime Timmy Tiptoes came to his
senses. He found himself tucked up in a little moss
bed, very much in the dark, feeling sore; it
seemed to be under ground.
Timmy coughed and groaned, because his ribs
hurt him. There was a chirpy noise, and a small
striped Chipmunk appeared with a night light, and
hoped he felt better?
It was most kind to Timmy Tiptoes; it lent him its
night-cap; and the house was full of provisions.
