much as you wish." And when Thumbelina came in, the field-mouse liked her so well that she said, "If you wish you may stay with me all winter, but you must keep my room clean and neat, and tell me little stories, for I am very fond of them."
So Thumbelina did, and had a very good time of it.
THUMBELINA
How She Meets the Mole
One day when Thumbelina had tidied the house and made it look as neat as a new pin, she sat down to chat with the field-mouse.
"My dear," said the field-mouse, "we shall soon have a visit from my neighbor, the mole. He comes to see me once a week. Do you know, he would make you a good husband. He is rich. He lives in a much larger house than mine, and wears beautiful black velvet fur. When he comes you must tell him the prettiest stories you know."
And, sure enough, the mole came to see them, dressed in his black velvet fur. Thumbelina did not care for him at all. He talked about nothing but himself. He told how rich he was and how large his rooms were, twenty times larger than the field-mouse's, and he said he didn't like the sun and flowers, just because he had never seen them.
