squirrel the former had picked up in her walk, to whom Rosalind rendered timely assistance by binding its leg which she feared was broken. Walter was delighted, being exceedingly fond of pets, and particularly of squirrels. He provided a cage and everything necessary for the comfort of her majesty, but, after a few days, when the wounded leg had time to heal, Madame Squirrel showed her gratitude for their kind attentions by walking off the first opportunity, not liking the luxuries of her city home. The little unconscious thing was the source of the greatest happiness Rosalind knew since she last saw Mr. Livingston.
