He always does that, and he would fight too if I were not careful.

It is a singular fact, though, that the white squirrel has not even a little pugnacity.

He either cannot fight, or he is too well behaved.

Here, Mr.Clarke, show Snowball this nut, and then hide it in your pocket, and see him find it." Alfred did as he was told, except that while he pretended to put the nut in his pocket he really kept it concealed in his hand.
The pet squirrel leaped lightly on Alfred's shoulder, ran over his breast, peeped in all his pockets, and even pushed his cap to one side of his head.

Then he ran down Alfred's arm, sniffed in his coat sleeve, and finally wedged a cold little nose between his closed fingers.
"There, he has found it, even though you did not play fair," said Betty, laughing gaily.
Alfred never forgot the picture Betty made standing there with the red cap on her dusky hair, and the loving smile upon her face as she talked to her pets.