250 The Mouse's Revenge.

through the long night he lay there, and got up
the next morning, feeling stiff and miserable, and
very, very angry. |

‘T will punish that wicked bell,” he said. ‘I
can’t bite him, that I know, for I tried to once and
could n’t. His skin is fearfuly tough. I wish he
would fall, just as I did, the heartless monster,”
he sobbed.

But suddenly his sobs ceased, and his eyes
brightened, for an idea had come to him. The

   

   

  

KEY Bell, of course, he could
maecatell oo YZ not bite, but how about

that rope adove it and on
which it hung? “If I
gnaw through that, the
Bell will fall hurrah,”
he squealed, and at once
began his work. ‘Gnaw,
gnaw, gnaw,’ went the
sharp little teeth, and be-
fore long, a tiny strand
snapped. He stopped for

  

 

a moment and laughed.