Of course he
didn't say this, but pretended to admire everything.
Two days and nights they spent there. Then Whitefoot suggested that
they should visit his home. "Of course, my dear, we will not have
to live there unless you want to, but I want you to see it," said he.
Mrs. Whitefoot didn't appear at all anxious to go. She began to
make excuses for staying right where they were. You see, she had a
great love for that old home. They were sitting just outside the
doorway talking about the matter when Whitefoot caught a glimpse of
a swiftly moving form not far off. It was Shadow the Weasel.
Neither of them breathed. Shadow passed without looking in their
direction. When he was out of sight, Mrs. Whitefoot shivered.
"Let's go over to your home right away," she whispered. "I've never
seen Shadow about here before, but now that he has been here once,
he may come again."
"We'll start at once," replied Whitefoot, and for once he was glad
that Shadow the Weasel was about.
CHAPTER XVIII: Mrs. Whitefoot Decides On A Home
When Mrs. Mouse makes up her mind
Then Mr.
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