"Quite sure," answered the little mouse; "I don't see how I could possibly miss it."
"Well, then, all is quiet now, and the sooner you are off the better."
Mrs. Silverskin took up the thimble and started on her expedition, and the old rat returned to his hole to await her return.
When the little mouse came to the shed-door, she stopped and looked cautiously around. Not a sound was to be heard, and she crept through a little hole under the door and entered the shed. Everything was very still,—not even a mouse was stirring besides herself,—and she soon came to the stairs that led to the loft above.
A ray of moonlight fell across the stairs, and little Mrs. Silverskin stopped a minute to rest and laid the silver thimble down. It shone very prettily in the moonlight, and she looked at it longingly.
"How my children would like it for a
