for Easter; the cook was doing spring cleaning, on board wages, with
particular instructions to clear out the mice. There were four kittens,
and the cat had killed the canary.

"They say we did it; but I know better," said Johnny Town-mouse.
"Whatever is that fearful racket?"

"That is only the lawn-mower; I will fetch some of the grass clippings
presently to make your bed. I am sure you had better settle in the
country, Johnny."

"H'm'm--we shall see by Tuesday week; the hamper is stopped while they
are at the sea-side."

"I am sure you will never want to live in town again," said Timmy
Willie.

But he did. He went back in the very next hamper of vegetables; he said
it was too quiet!!

One place suits one person, another place suits another person. For my
part I prefer to live in the country, like Timmy Willie.