88 Katie Summers.

 

He would run all over the room, and appeared
to look at everything. He did not start as
at first, and run back to his hole if my mother
or I spoke. One day I tempted him to my
side with a piece of cheese. After that he
always came to me, and one day, to my great
amusement and delight, he ran up my dress and
got on to the table, and perched himself on the
top of my desk, just where a beam of sunlight
shone. This became a favourite place of his.
At eleven o'clock [ always used to take a little
lunch—a biscuit and cheese, and a glass of water;
and mousie used to take his share of the food,

 

and then dip his little nose into the glass of
water. I erew very fond of my pet mouse, and
he seemed tu be equally fond of me. He would
run up my sleeve aud nestle there, and some-
times perch hiiusclf on the top of my head, or
on my shoulder.

“One day a triend ef my mother’s called and
pressed us very much to go and stay a little