Whitefoot had
been from the beginning. "It certainly is going to be a fine home,"
said Whitefoot.
"Didn't I tell you it would be?" retorted Mrs. Whitefoot.
CHAPTER XXX: The Whitefoots Enjoy Their New Home
No home is ever mean or poor
Where love awaits you at the door.
- Whitefoot.
"There," said Mrs. Whitefoot, as she worked a strip of white birch
bark into the roof of the new home she and Whitefoot had been
building out of the old home of Melody the Wood Thrush, "this
finishes the roof. I don't think any water will get through it even
in the hardest rain."
"It is wonderful," declared Whitefoot admiringly. "Wherever did you
learn to build such a house as this?"
"From my mother" replied Mrs. Whitefoot. "I was born in just such
a home. It makes the finest kind of a home for Wood Mouse babies."
"You don't think there is danger that the wind will blow it down, do
you?" ventured Whitefoot.
"Of course I don't," retorted little Mrs. Whitefoot scornfully.
"Hasn't this old nest remained right where it is for over a year?
Do you suppose that if I had thought there was the least bit of
danger that it would blow down, I would have used it? Do credit me
with a little sense, my dear.
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