<h2 ><SPAN name="Mrs" id="Mrs">VIII</SPAN></h2><h3>MRS. DEER EXPLAINS</h3>
<p>For the first time in his life Nimble felt
quite grown up. He forgot that he had
not yet lived a whole summer. He had
made a suggestion to his mother which
she had promptly acted upon. It had
never happened before. And that was
enough to cause him great pleasure.</p>
<p>Then there was something else that
made Nimble believe himself to be a person
of some account: A strange affair
had happened at the lake. He had seen
it all. He had taken part in it himself.
Really it was no wonder that he began to
talk quite importantly.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</SPAN></span>"It was lucky I was with you," he remarked
to his mother as they rested amid
the tangle of Cedar Swamp.</p>
<p>"It was lucky we weren't any further
out in the lake," she exclaimed. "If you
hadn't been with me no doubt I'd have
gone where the water was much deeper.
And that light would have caught me
before I could have reached the shore."</p>
<p>What his mother said made Nimble feel
bigger than ever. He wasn't quite sure
what had happened back there, where
they had been surprised while eating
water lilies. But he meant to find out, for
he thought it would make a good story to
tell his friends.</p>
<p>"Would the moon have burnt us if it
had hit us?" he inquired.</p>
<p>"What in the world are you talking
about?" his mother asked him.</p>
<p>He looked puzzled at her question.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</SPAN></span>"Wasn't that the moon that lit up the
lake along the shore?" he demanded.</p>
<p>"Certainly not!" she replied.</p>
<p>"Didn't the moon fall into the water?"
he asked.</p>
<p>"No, indeed!" his mother cried. She
was astonished at his question.</p>
<p>Nimble was disappointed. He had
thought he had a wonderful tale to tell.
And he couldn't understand yet why
everything wasn't as he had supposed.</p>
<p>"I was sure the moon fell into the lake
and blew up," he explained. "What was
that terrible noise we heard if it wasn't
the moon bursting into pieces?"</p>
<p>His mother didn't laugh. Instead she
was quite solemn as she answered Nimble's
last question.</p>
<p>"That—" she said—"that was a gun
that you heard. And the light that
you saw came from a lantern in a boat."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</SPAN></span>It was very hard for Nimble to believe
what she told him.</p>
<p>"I thought I heard a piece of the moon
whistle past my head," he went on.</p>
<p>"A bullet!" his mother declared. As
she spoke she moved a little distance, to
a spot where the trees were not so thick.
And she raised her nose towards the sky.
"There!" she said. "There's the moon!
It's still up there where you've always
seen it."</p>
<p>Nimble looked; and at last he knew that
his mother had made no mistake. But
somehow he was more frightened than
ever.</p>
<p>"Then—" he faltered—"then there
must have been men in the boat—men
that turned the light upon the shore—and
fired the gun!"</p>
<p>"They were men—yes!" said his
mother. "And they were lawbreakers,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</SPAN></span>
too. I hope the game warden will catch
them at their tricks."</p>
<p>"What is a game warden?" Nimble
asked her.</p>
<p>"He's a man," she answered. "He's a
man that looks after all of us forest folk
and he's the best friend we've got.... Goodness,
child! Are you never going to
stop asking questions?"</p>
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