In a Garden 107

“Why are you so silly as to build your
nest here in the open?” asked Agrippa,
purring, and rubbing himself against Dick’s
leg, for he had quite recovered his temper.

“Tt was such a beautiful thistle,” mur-
mured the mouse, with tears in her eyes,
“and I thought nothing could climb up
the stem. Besides, the nest was so pretty,
it really seemed a pity to hide it. But now
that the hawk has found it out, I shan’t
have a moment's peace. Dear, dear, what
a world this is!”

“Oh,” said Dick, “he’s gone now, and if
I were you I wouldn’t bother,” for to tell
the truth he was getting a little tired of her
complaints. ‘Come, Agrippa, let’s go for
a walk.”

“Tm sleepy,” said Agrippa; “I didn’t
have half a nap just now, because you all
made such a noise, and I shall finish it
here. Besides, it’s very hot.”

Dick called him a lazy old thing, but
Agrippa didn’t mind. In his heart he
thought the hawk would come back again,