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"Probably Master Meadow Mouse will bite Miss Snooper's nose this time," she said to Moses, when she had reached a safe retreat. "He isn't biting it now," Moses Mouse replied, "because he's crowding right behind me." "Miss Snooper has come," Mrs. Mouse said to Master Meadow Mouse. "Maybe you didn't understand that it was she." "Let her come!" Master Meadow Mouse squeaked. "Isn't he brave!" Mrs.
The lines about Bertram D. Snooper's hands and mouth were drawn tighter as he paced to and fro, waiting for a reply to the question he intended to ask Gladys as soon as he thought of one. At last an idea occurred to him. "Why will you not marry me?" he asked in an inaudible tone.
"Don't try that on the old lady!" he cried. "If you do, you'll be sorry." Miss Snooper MOSES MOUSE, who lived in the farmhouse, had warned Master Meadow Mouse. He had warned him to look out for Miss Snooper's nose. Master Meadow Mouse did not pay any great attention to his new friend's advice. He was building himself a new home in Farmer Green's woodpile.
"Aha!" he said, "I thought I would surprise you. I just got in this morning. Here is a paper noticing my arrival." He handed it to Henry R. Grasty. Mr. Grasty looked at the paper and turned deadly pale. It was dated three weeks after Mr. Snooper's arrival. "Foiled again!" he hissed. "Speak, Bertram D. Snooper," said Gladys, "why have you come between me and Henry?"
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