"
Whitefoot shook his head. "No," said he, "I don't understand at all.
I don't see yet what you drove me away for."
"Why, you blessed old dear, there wasn't room for you when those
babies came; I had to have all the room there was. It wouldn't have
done to have had you running in and out and disturbing them when
they were so tiny. I had to be alone with them, and that is why I
made you go off and live by yourself. I am so proud of them, I
don't know what to do. Aren't you proud, Whitefoot? Aren't you the
proudest Wood Mouse in all the Green Forest?"
Of course Whitefoot should have promptly said that he was, but the
truth is, Whitefoot wasn't proud at all. You see, he was so
surprised that he hadn't yet had time to feel that they were
really his. In fact, just then he felt a wee bit jealous of them.
It came over him that they would take all the time and attention of
little Mrs. Whitefoot. So Whitefoot didn't answer that question.
He simply sat and stared at those four squirming babies.
Finally little Mrs. Whitefoot gently pushed him out and followed him.
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