“Now,” thought Fluffy-tail, “I shall not stop again, no matter what happens—I’ll just hustle along and not stop until I reach Squire Squirrel’s house. Why, it must be time for the party now!” she thought, as she looked at her tiny little wrist watch. While looking at her watch she heard a fluttering and rustling in the leaves along the roadside. “I’ll not stop,” she thought, “I’ll just pretend I don’t hear anything.” She had only gone a few steps though when she had to turn back to see what was wrong. She was such a tender-hearted little creature, she could not go to a place where she knew she was to have a good time and feel that she might by any chance have passed by some suffering little person.

“What is it?” she asked rather impatiently, as she glanced to where the noise seemed to come from. “You needn’t be so cross about it!” said a little Bat that was lying alongside the path. “Won’t you please pick me up and hang me on that old tree? I guess I must have fallen asleep and loosed my hold on the bark. No! No! Not that way!” he said, as Fluffy was trying to place him on the branch. “Hang me upside down. That’s the way I sleep.”

“Very well,” said Fluffy, “There you are, upside down. Now I hope everything is all right.” “Yes, thank you,” said Mr. Bat, “I can go to sleep again now, and I’ll try to be more careful. Before you go, though,” he went on, “I wish you would give me your name and address. I’ll put it in my vest pocket and maybe some day I’ll be able to be of some use to you for your kindness in helping me out today.” Fluffy told him in as few words as possible, her name, where she lived, and where she was going; then bidding him goodbye, she picked up her packages and hurried along faster than ever.