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 and sniffed and wiggled his whiskers, as much as to say:—

"How do you do? Who are you? And where did you come from? And what made you drive me out of my cozy nest?"

"Oh, look at him!—look at him!" cried Cheery. "He's shaking hands with himself just the way Uncle Rob does when he sees me and can't reach me! Isn't he the dearest thing you ever saw?"

Mr. Mouse now walked to the side of the cage, and standing up tall and thin on his hind legs, with his forepaws as high on the side of the box as he could reach, sniffed and sniffed in a most inquiring manner.

Aunt Beth broke off a tiny bit of cheese and handed it to Cheery, but just as she reached it down toward the eager little mouse, there suddenly came a tremendous scrambling in the pile of paper, which flew in every direction, and out popped another mouse; not quite so large, but, as Cheery said, twice as lively, as the first; and before she could jerk her hand away, he had