But there doesn't seem to be any luck in tails, anyway.' "For all that, things in general were keeping her so very, very busy the Little Sly One felt lonely and homesick at times.

And especially she felt the need of some kind of a nest which she could call her very own, where she could curl herself up and go to sleep without fear of unpleasant interruptions.
"This sort of thing, as you may imagine, was not to be found every day of the week.

Most such places had owners, and the Little Sly One was not yet big enough and strong enough to turn the owners out.

If she _had_ been big enough-- Well, you see, she hadn't any more conscience than just enough to get along with comfortably.
"One fine day, soon after her adventure with the black snake, her search for a home of her own brought her out into the warm sunshine of a little, deserted clearing.

It was an old lumber camp, all grown up with tall grass and flowering weeds.