“I do n’t know,” again answered Hickory.

Then, seeing that the clock paid no attention to them, but kept ticking steadily away and seemed to mind its own business, they plucked up courage and began running about.

Presently Dickory uttered a delighted squeal that brought his brothers to his side.  There in a corner lay nearly the half of a bun which little May had dropped when nurse carried her upstairs to bed.  It was a great discovery for the three mice, and they ate heartily until the last crumb had disappeared.

“This is better than a cupboard or a pantry,” said Dock, when they had finished their supper, “and I should n’t be surprised if there were plenty more good things around if we only hunt for them.”

But they could find nothing more, for all the doors leading into the hall were closed, and at last Dock came to the clock and looked at it curiously.

“It does n’t seem to be alive,” he thought, “although it does make so much noise.  I ’m going behind it to see what I can find.”

He found nothing except a hole that led to inside of the clock, and into this he stuck his head.  He could hear the ticking plainer than ever now, but looking way up to the top of the clock he saw something shining brightly, and thought it must good to eat if he could only get at it.  Without saying anything to his brothers, Dock ran up the sides of the clock until he came to the works, and he was just about to nibble at a glistening wheel, to see what it tasted like, when suddenly “Bang!” went the clock.

It was one o’clock, and the clock had only struck the hour; but the great gong was just beside Dock’s ear and the noise nearly deafened the poor little mouse.  He gave a scream of terror and ran down the clock as fast as he could go.  When he reached the hall he heard his brothers scampering up the stairs, and after them he ran with all his might.

It was only when they were safe in their nest again that they stopped to breathe, and their little hearts beat fast for an hour afterward, so great had been their terror.

When Mamma Mouse came back in the morning, bringing a quantity of nice flour with her for breakfast, they told her of their adventure.  She thought they had been punished enough already for their disobedience, so she did not scold them, but only said,

“You see, my dears, your mother knew best when she told you not to stir from the nest.  Children sometimes think they know more than their parents, but this adventure should teach you always to obey your mother.  The next time you run away you may fare worse than you did last night; remember your poor father’s fate.”

But Hickory and Dickory and Dock did not run away again.

Little Bo-Peep

On the beautiful, undulating hills of Sussex feed many flocks of sheep, which are tended by many shepherds and shepherdesses, and one of these flocks used to be cared for by a poor woman who supported herself and her little girl by this means.