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 and scrambling along her wrist and up inside of her full white sleeve.

"Oh, oh!" cried Cheery. "Oh, mousie, mousie, your claws are sharp! Oh, Aunt Beth, how will we ever, ever get him out? He's gone clear up to my shoulder!"

"Never mind, dearie," said Aunt Beth; "don't be frightened, I'll attend to him."

"Oh, I'm not frightened," said Cheery. "He won't hurt me any worse there, than as if he were in my hand; but I don't see how we are going to get him out."

"I'll show you," said Aunt Beth, "if you will point to just exactly where he is, without touching him. He is so white that I can't see him through your white waist."

Cheery put her finger gently up to the back of her arm, and Aunt Beth softly laid her hand over the spot and held Mr. Mouse very tenderly, while she unfastened Cheery's waist and turned it back until she could reach the runaway and draw him from his hiding place.

Cheery laughed and shook, her finger