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hungry and was too tired herself to go foraging for
food.

Pearl was just a tiny little bit afraid of Ruby’s
friend, the bear, and would not have cared to go with
them on their rambles, even if they would have made
her welcome ; she much preferred spending her time
with the field-mouse, who was just a tiny little bit
afraid of the bear too.

The mouse was the funniest little creature in the
world ; it made her laugh all day long. And yet it
was so good-tempered, and so fond of Pearl, that it
never minded how much she made fun of it ; which, of
course, made the friendship much more pleasant than
if it had been touchy and given itself airs,

Pearl would sit under the broad shade of the
sweeping trees, resting her bare limbs upon the soft
grass and letting the flowers kiss her face; and she

‘would take a naughty delight in upsetting all the

plans that the mouse made for her comfort, pretend-
ing not to see when he had laid her dinner out, and
bursting into peals of laughter when she saw him