Publisher's Synopsis
p>"Let's look," said Cyril, jumping into the hole. "I'm not afraid of snakes. I like them. If it is a snake I'll tame it, and it will follow me everywhere, and I'll let it sleep round my neck at night." "No, you won't," said Robert firmly. He shared Cyril's bedroom. "But you may if it's a rat." [Illustration: Anthea suddenly screamed, "It's alive!"] "Oh, don't be silly!" said Anthea; "it's not a rat, it's much bigger. And it's not a snake. It's got feet; I saw them; and fur! No--not the spade. You'll hurt it! Dig with your hands." "And let it hurt me instead! That's so likely, isn't it?" said Cyril, seizing a spade. "Oh, don't!" said Anthea. "Squirrel, don't. I--it sounds silly, but it said something. It really and truly did"-- "What?" "It said, 'You let me alone.'" But Cyril merely observed that his sister must have gone off her head, and he and Robert dug with spades while Anthea sat on the edge of the hole, jumping
