TROUBLE STILL.
The young mice seemed obedient to Minnie until they had reached the
entrance of the nest; but, at the first taste of fresh air, they began
to frisk about, and do whatever they chose.
First they attacked her heap of food, and ate all the choicest bits
which she had saved for the little ones. Then off they ran, this, that,
and every way, Minnie calling after them in vain.
She went in search of the runaways, but they hid safely under the leaves
and grass, or burrowed into the ground. Tired and discouraged, the poor
girl turned back to collect what food was left, and give it to the
little ones.
And still the old mouse did not come home. Minnie wondered if she had
gone on purpose to be rid of her family, and if she must herself have
the care of bringing up this great brood of noisy, troublesome mice.
Why not let them starve? If they grew up, it would only be to cheat and
steal, like their mother, and run away with people's meal and cheese.
Ah! but Minnie had promised. And, besides, the old mouse had been kind
in her way, and had offered Minnie a home when other friends forsook
her. No, she would not desert the little ones.
All at once she remembered a trap that used to stand in her mother's
pantry; suppose the mouse was caught in it! She would go this instant,
and see.
Now the underground pathway was very, very narrow, and so close and warm
that three times Minnie gave up her attempt, and as many times went
back; for, when she thought that the friend who had fed her might be
starving, it was enough to drive away all other thoughts.
Still, not being a mouse, she could not breathe in that close
cellar-way. Her strength all left her. The little heart, that had beat
so fast when she thought of going home, home, only fluttered faintly
now. She began to feel that she could not even creep back to the
mouse-nest; that this dark passage was to be her grave.
But one step forward brought Minnie into a good-sized room, and what was
her surprise to find this the nest of the father-mouse!
He didn't like the noise and trouble of children, he said, and so kept
away from the sound of their voices. He hoped his mate was well, and was
just on the point of going to see what had become of her.
When Minnie told her fears, he uttered a frightened squeak, and said he
was sure she must be right, and that he was a poor, lonesome widower,
and should never see his dear, dear wife again.
Minnie cheered him by telling that her mother's trap was not one of the
cruel ones with teeth, but only a box with wires, in which his wife
might live safely for several days. Then she explained how with his
teeth and paws he could open the door and set her free.
Away flew the mouse, first showing his friend a nearer and easier
pathway out into the air.
Minnie now began to consider how displeased the mother-mouse would be,
on returning, to find her children scattered in all directions. If she
could but call them together, and see them safe in the nest once more,
bid the old mice good-by, and ride off quietly herself on the turtle's
back, how happy she would be!
She climbed the tall evening primrose, and looked on every side, but not
a sign of a mouse. She leaped into the grass again, and, with the stick
of her parasol, stirred every tuft of clover and bunch of violet or
plantain leaves. In vain.
Minnie had made up her mind that they were lost, drowned in the brook,
or eaten by some bird of prey, when she caught sight of one, with his
bright eyes and sharp little nose peeping up from under a toadstool.
Then she knew that all the rest must be near, and, jumping on top of the
toadstool, she said,
"You mischievous fellows, I dare say you are all laughing at me in your
hiding-places; but hear this! your mother is dead, perhaps, and as sure
as you stay out of your nest at night, some mischief will come to you.
I shall waste no more time in this search."
Wasn't it ungrateful in the mice to disobey Minnie, when she had taken
so much trouble for their sakes? And yet I have known children whose
parents took as much pains for their sake, and who were as thoughtless
and disobedient as Minnie's mice.