Mouse best get behind.
- Whitefoot.
Whitefoot the Wood Mouse was very proud of his home. He showed it
as he led Mrs. Whitefoot there. He felt sure that she would say at
once that that would be the place for them to live. You remember
that it was high up in a tall, dead stub and had once been the home
of Timmy the Flying Squirrel.
"There, my dear, what do you think of that?" said Whitefoot proudly
as they reached the little round doorway.
Mrs. Whitefoot said nothing, but at once went inside. She was gone
what seemed a long time to Whitefoot, anxiously waiting outside.
You see, Mrs. Whitefoot is a very thorough small person, and she was
examining the inside of that house from top to bottom. At last she
appeared at the doorway.
"Don't you think this is a splendid house?" asked Whitefoot
rather timidly.
"It is very good of its kind," replied Mrs. Whitefoot.
Whitefoot's heart sank. He didn't like the tone in which Mrs.
Whitefoot had said that.
"Just what do you mean, my dear?" Whitefoot asked.
"I mean," replied Mrs. Whitefoot, in a most decided way, "that it is
a very good house for winter, but it won't do at all for summer.
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