"Of course," said she, "there isn't room for you to stay here now.
You will have to sleep in your old home because there isn't room in
here for both of us and the babies too."
Whitefoot's heart sank. He had thought that he was to stay and that
everything would be just as it had been before. "Can't I come over
here any more?" he asked rather timidly.
"What a foolish question!" cried little Mrs. Whitefoot. "Of course
you can. You will have to help take care of these babies. Just as
soon as they are big enough, you will have to help teach them how to
hunt for food and how to watch out for danger, and all the things that
a wise Wood Mouse knows. Why, they couldn't get along without you.
Neither could I," she added softly.
At that Whitefoot felt better. And suddenly there was a queer
swelling in his heart. It was the beginning of pride, pride in
those wonderful babies.
"You have given me the best surprise that ever was, my dear," said
Whitefoot softly. "Now I think I will go and look for some supper."
So now we will leave Whitefoot and his family. You see there are
two very lively little people of the Green Forest who demand
attention and insist on having it.
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