The Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse

[Illustration:  Polishing]

When it was all beautifully neat and clean, she gave a party to five other little mice, without Mr. Jackson.

He smelt the party and came up the bank, but he could not squeeze in at the door.

[Illustration:  The party]

[Illustration:  Honey-dew through the window]

So they handed him out acorn-cupfuls of honey-dew through the window, and he was not at all offended.

He sat outside in the sun, and said—­“Tiddly, widdly, widdly!  Your very good health, Mrs. Tittlemouse!”

THE END

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Transcriber’s Note:  Punctuation normalized and captions added to illustrations.