“Make a boat and sail over,” answered featherhead, the gray squirrel.
“We have brought you an egg for the nuts we took yesterday,” said featherhead.
featherhead thanked him and ran up the tree to look it over.
Now, if featherhead had only gone back to his skating, all would have been well.
featherhead,” she replied, “is still the Prince of Grnewald.
The one you told me to learn in your message—featherhead, of course.
My duty points me, duty still neglected by this featherhead.
And any silly girl, who can not keep things to herself—well, I always thought Nita was a featherhead and now I know it!
“Here they are,” answered featherhead, taking some red and yellow oak apples out of his pocket.
But the person she really relied upon for curing Celandine of her vanity was Prince featherhead.