“How I wish I could have it for
a pet.”

“Uh!” said — Ned; “what
a wish! Now, as for me, Yd rath-er
have Tow-ser for a pet than all the
mice in the world.”

“But L on-ly want this one. I
don’t want ‘all the mice ee
in the world!’” said Jill. A

“Nor all the rats?” ==
asked un-cle Ned with a laugh.

“Now you are teas-ing me,” said
Jill. “You know ver-y well that lL
can’t bear the sight of a hor-rid rat.
A dear, pret-ty, soft, lit-tle gray
mouse like this is a dif-fer-ent thing.”

“Did you ev-er hear the sto-ry of
old Bish-op Hat-to and his Mouse
Tow-er on the Rhine?” asked un-cle.