“MOTHER dear,” said a little mouse one day, “I think the people in our house

must be very kind, don’t you? They leave such nice things for us in the larder.”

There was a twinkle in the mother’s eye as she replied,—

“Well, my child, no doubt they are very well in their way, but I don’t think they are quite

as fond of us as you seem to think. Now, remember, Grey whiskers, I have 

forbidden you to put your nose above the ground unless I am with you, for kind

as the people are, I shouldn’t be at all surprised if they tried to catch you.”

Grey whiskers twitched his tail with scorn; he was quite sure he knew how to take care

of himself, and he didn’t mean to trot meekly after his mother’s tail all his life.

So as soon as she had curled herself up for an afternoon nap, he stole away

and scampered across the pantry shelves.

Ah! Here was something particularly good today. A large iced cake stood far back

upon the shelf, and Grey whiskers licked his lips as he sniffed it. Across the top of

the cake, there were words written in pink sugar; but as Grey whiskers could not read,

he did not know that he was nibbling at little Miss Ethel’s birthday cake. But he did feel

a little guilty when he heard his mother calling. Off he ran and was back in the nest

again by the time his mother had finished rubbing her eyes after her nap.

She took Grey whiskers up to the pantry then, and when she saw the hole in the cake

she seemed a little annoyed.

“Some mouse has been here before us,” she said, but of course, she never

guessed that it was her little son.

The next day the naughty little mouse again popped up to the pantry when his mother

was asleep; but at first, he could find nothing at all to eat, though there was a most

the delicious smell of toasted cheese.

Presently he found a dear little wooden house and there hung the cheese just inside it.

In ran Grey whiskers, but, oh! “click” went the little wooden house, and Mousie was

caught fast in a trap.

When the morning came, the cook, who had set the trap, lifted it from the shelf

and then called a pretty little girl to come and see the thief who had eaten her cake.

“What are you going to do with him?” asked Ethel.

“Why, drown him, my dear, to be sure.”

The tears came into the little girl’s pretty blue eyes.

“You didn’t know it was stealing, did you, mousie dear?” she said.

“No,” squeaked Grey whiskers sadly; “indeed, I didn’t.”

Cook’s back was turned for a moment, and at that moment, tender-hearted

little Ethel lifted the lid of the trap and out popped mousie.

Oh! how quickly he ran home to his mother, and how she comforted and petted him

until he began to forget his fright; and then she made him promise never to disobey

her again, and you may be sure he never did.

The End