"It surely is a very nice place here, and I don't wonder that you
couldn't bear to leave it," said he. "I'm sorry that I made you all
that trouble and worry, but you see I didn't know."
"Oh, that's all right," replied Jerry Muskrat, who was now very
proud of his big cousin. "I hope that now you see how nice it is,
you will stay and make your home here."
Paddy the Beaver looked back at the great black shadow which he knew
was the Green Forest. Way over in the middle of it he heard the
hunting-call of Hooty the Owl. Then he looked out over the Green
Meadows, and from way over on the far side of them sounded the bark
of Reddy Fox, and it was answered by the deep voice of Bowser the
Hound up in Farmer Brown's dooryard. For some reason that last sound
made Paddy the Beaver shiver a little, just as the voice of Hooty
the Owl made the smaller people of the Green Forest and the Green
Meadows shiver when they heard it. Paddy wasn't afraid of Hooty or
of Reddy Fox, but Bowser's great voice was new to him, and somehow
the very sound of it made him afraid.
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