It took Whitefoot a long time to make her believe that he really
couldn't live without her. At least, she pretended not to believe it.
If the truth were known, little Miss Dainty felt just the same way
about Whitefoot. But Whitefoot didn't know this, and I am afraid
she teased him a great deal before she told him that she loved him
just as he loved her.
But at last little Miss Dainty shyly admitted that she loved Whitefoot
just as much as he loved her and was willing to become Mrs. Whitefoot.
Secretly she thought Whitefoot the most wonderful Wood Mouse in the
Great World, but she didn't tell him so. The truth is, she made him
feel as if she were doing him a great favor.
As for Whitefoot, he was so happy that he actually tried to sing.
Yes, sir, Whitefoot tried to sing, and he really did very well for a
Mouse. He was ready and eager to do anything that Mrs. Whitefoot
wanted to do. Together they scampered about in the moonlight,
hunting for good things to eat, and poking their inquisitive little
noses into every little place they could find. Whitefoot forgot
that he had ever been sad and lonely.
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