He nibbled at it, didn't seem to think much of it, crept along up to the top of the shoe, sniffed at the sock, and came at last plump upon the Child's bare leg.
"Was he going to try a nibble at that, too ?" wondered the Child anxiously, his blue eyes getting very big and round.

But no.

This live, human flesh--_unmistakably_ alive--and the startling Man smell of it, were too much for the nerves of his shrewship.

With a squeak of indignation and alarm he sprang backward and scurried off among the weed-stalks.
"_There_, now!" thought the Child, in intense vexation.

"He's gone and given the alarm!" But, as good luck would have it, he had done nothing of the kind.