He had the little duck he had shot made into a pie, and he and Joan ate it; but he did not enjoy it very much.

“This duck cost me twelve dollars,” he said to his loving wife, “for that is the sum Johnny Sprigg made me pay; and it ’s a very high price for one little duck—­do n’t you think so, Joan?”

Hickory, Dickory, Dock

    Hickory, Dickory, Dock

    Hickory, Dickory, Dock! 
    The mouse ran up the clock. 
    The clock struck one,
    The mouse ran down,
    Hickory, Dickory, Dock!

Within the hollow wall of an old brick mansion, away up near the roof, there lived a family of mice.  It was a snug little home, pleasant and quiet, and as dark as any mouse could desire.  Mamma Mouse liked it because, as she said, the draught that came through the rafters made it cool in summer, and they were near enough to the chimney to keep warm in wintertime.

Besides the Mamma Mouse there were three children, named Hickory and Dickory and Dock.  There had once been a Papa Mouse as well; but while he was hunting for food one night he saw a nice piece of cheese in a wire box, and attempted to get it.  The minute he stuck his head into the box, however, it closed with a snap that nearly cut his head off; and when Mamma Mouse came down to look for him he was quite dead.

Mamma Mouse had to bear her bitter sorrow all alone, for the children were too young at that time to appreciate their loss.  She felt that people were cruel to kill a poor mouse for wishing to get food for himself and his family.  There is nothing else for a mouse to do but take what he can find, for mice can not earn money, as people do, and they must live in some way.

But Mamma Mouse was a brave mouse, and knew that it was now her duty to find food for her little ones; so she dried her eyes and went bravely to work gnawing through the baseboard that separated the pantry from the wall.  It took her some time to do this, for she could only work at night.  Mice like to sleep during the day and work at night, when there are no people around to interrupt them, and even the cat is fast asleep.  Some mice run about in the daytime, but they are not very wise mice who do this.

At last Mamma Mouse gnawed a hole through the baseboard large enough for her to get through into the pantry, and then her disappointment was great to find the bread jar covered over with a tin pan.

“How thoughtless people are to put things where a hungry mouse cannot get at them,” said Mamma Mouse to herself, with a sigh.  But just then she espied a barrel of flour standing upon the floor; and that gave her new courage, for she knew she could easily gnaw through that, and the flour would do to eat just as well as the bread.

It was now nearly daylight, so she decided to leave the attack upon the flour barrel until the next night; and gathering up for the children a few crumbs that were scattered about, she ran back into the wall and scrambled up to her nest.