They vanished. Whitefoot's heart sank.
He was tempted to rush forward, but he didn't. He sat still.
There was a slight rustle off to the right. A little ray of
moonlight made its way down through the branches of the trees just
there, and in the middle of the light spot it made sat a timid
little person. It seemed to Whitefoot that he was looking at the
most beautiful Wood Mouse in all the Great World. Suddenly he felt
very shy and timid himself.
"Who -- who -- who are you?" he stammered.
"I am little Miss Dainty," replied the stranger bashfully.
Right then and there Whitefoot's heart was filled so full of
something that it seemed as if it would burst. It was love. All in
that instant he knew that he had found the most wonderful thing in
all the Great World, which of course is love. He knew that he just
couldn't live without little Miss Dainty.
CHAPTER XXVII: Mr. And Mrs. Whitefoot
When all is said and all is done
'Tis only love of two makes one.
- Whitefoot.
Little Miss Dainty, the most beautiful and wonderful Wood Mouse in all
the Great World, according to Whitefoot, was very shy and very timid.
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