And he almost forgot that there was such a thing as a
hungry enemy.
CHAPTER XXXI: Whitefoot Is Hurt
The hurts that hardest are to bear
Come from those for whom we care.
- Whitefoot.
Whitefoot was hurt. Yes, sir, Whitefoot was hurt. He was very much
hurt. It wasn't a bodily hurt; it was an inside hurt. It was a
hurt that made his heart ache. And to make it worse, he couldn't
understand it at all. One evening he had been met at the little
round doorway by little Mrs. Whitefoot.
"You can't come in," said she.
"Why can't I?" demanded Whitefoot, in the greatest surprise.
"Never mind why. You can't, and that is all there is to it,"
replied Mrs. Whitefoot.
"You mean I can't ever come in any more?" asked Whitefoot.
"I don't know about that," replied Mrs. Whitefoot, "but you can't
come in now, nor for some time. I think the best thing you can do
is to go back to your old home in the hollow stub."
Whitefoot stared at little Mrs. Whitefoot quite as if he thought
she had gone crazy. Then he lost his temper. "I guess I'll come in
if I want to," said he.
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