They were surprised to see her haste and the pivotal turning of her head at times, as though she feared pursuit from some dangerous foe.
Out of breath, she sank down on the log that served for a step, and, opening her apron cautiously, said: "See here." "Where did you get that ?" said Mr.Woods.
"I stole it." "What are you going to do with it ?" "Raise it." "What for ?" "For company.

I haven't any neighbors." "But what do you want it for ?" "It is so cunning.

It just rolled over in the trail at my feet, and I grabbed it and ran." "But what if the mother-bear should come after it ?" asked Gretchen.
"I would shoot her." "That would be a strange way to treat your new neighbors," said Mr.Woods.
Mr.Woods put a leather strap around the neck of the little bear, and tied the strap to a log in the yard.

The little thing began to be alarmed at these strange proceedings, and to show a disposition to use its paws in resistance, but it soon learned not to fear its captors; its adoption into the shingle-maker's family was quite easily enforced, and the pet seemed to feel quite at home.
There was some difficulty at first in teaching the cub to eat, but hunger made it a tractable pupil of the berry dish, and Mrs."Woods was soon able to say: "There it is, just as good as a kitten, and I would rather have it than to have a kitten.

It belongs to these parts." Poor Mrs.Woods! She soon found that her pet did "belong to these parts," and that its native instincts were strong, despite her moral training.