But mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain: The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us naught

Where's your hood, Mousie?

"Never mind, Mousie, I know you won't miss again.

He smiled down at her with his superior fifteen-year-old smile, she was such a wee mousie and always needed taking care of.

Enjoy it all you can, Mousie.

"There, Mousie, here you are!"

"Children always turn toward the light" "Well, Mousie!" The old voice and the old pet name; no one thought of calling her "Mousie" but Hollis Rheid.

"Children always turn toward the light" "Well, Mousie!" The old voice and the old pet name; no one thought of calling her "Mousie" but Hollis Rheid.

Her mother said she was noisier than she used to be; perhaps he would not call her Mousie now if he could hear her sing about the house and run up and down stairs and shout when she played games at school.

"Good-bye, Mousie, if I don't see you again," said Hollis.

The whistle stopped short"Well, Mousie!

I can't call you Mousie any more, only for the sake of old times.

"Wouldn't you like to see her, Mousie?"

Well, Mousie, you shall have some old thing if I have to go back a century to get it.

She remembered all their faceshow Linnet cried and sobbed, how Hollis whispered, "I'll get a pitcher, Mousie, if I have to go to China for it," and how her father knelt by the lounge when he came home and learned that it had happened and was all over, how he knelt and thanked God for giving her back to them all out of her great danger.

" The next instant the handsome, cheery face was looking in at the parlor door and the boisterous "vacation" voice was greeting her with, "Well, Miss Mousie!

He begins: 'Poor little Mousie,' and ends, 'ours, till next time.'

He was not as shy as Marjorie, but he was not easy and at home with her, and never once dared to address the maiden who had so suddenly sprung into a lovely woman with the old names, Mousie, or Goosie.

After that Marjorie would not have been surprised if he had called her "Mousie.

"Poor little Mousie," he said tenderly.

Yes, I know I told him; for he called me 'Mousie,' and he had not said that since I was little; and with it he seemed to come back to me, and I was not afraid or timid with him after that.

"Now I know how a poor little mousie fares when it falls into the cat's claws," thought the boy.

But he kept on gnawing and eating away, so fine did it taste, until, in a little while if he hadn't eaten a hole right into the cabbage and he found himself inside, just like the mousie in the loaf of bread!

Little Jack Rabbit and Miss Mousie; illustrated by H. S. Barbour.

Little Jack Rabbit and Miss Mousie; illustrated by H. S. Barbour.