said the little mouse to herself, as she reached her hole above the mow in safety. "Dear me, what a fearful night this has been! To be almost caught by the house-cat, pounced on by Graywhisker, and then chased by the barn-cat! Graywhisker is certainly the worst of the three! What will he do to me for losing the thimble? I shan't dare to stir out of my house till the affair has blown over."
The next morning the house-kittens were busily playing.
"What has got into those kittens? They act as if they were crazy," said Hannah, when she had nearly fallen over them for the fifth time before breakfast. "Here, you run out of doors and play there," she continued, driving them out; "I don't care to break my neck just yet!" So out the kittens went, and the same performance was gone through with there.
"What can those kittens have to play
