"Then, Mousey and Deer have sore throats, and I thought the rest had better stay and keep the sick ones company.

"Yo're a mousey sort of kid," said Mrs. Love, "sittin' there as if you was in church.

Don't forget, little mousey, that you are to ready for another ride next Wednesday."

"I can't say he looked happy, dear Mousey; but it was quite different when he came back from seeing you.

"Poor little mousey!" said the Doctor, as he took the limp body from the terrier's mouth.