They ran over to where Boots sat growling with the tiny mouse in her
mouth.

My! how the mouse was squeaking!

Raggedy Ann did not like to hear it squeak, but she did not wish
Jeanette to have her wax face chewed again, either.

So, Raggedy Ann said to the tiny little mouse, "You should have known
better than to come here when Boots is with us. Why don't you go out in
the barn and live where you will not destroy anything of value?"

"I did not know!" squeaked the little mouse, "This is the first time I
have ever been here!"

"Aren't you the little mouse who nibbled Jeanette's wax face?" Raggedy
Ann asked.

"No!" the little mouse answered. "I was visiting the mice inside the
walls and wandered out here to pick up cake crumbs! I have three little
baby mice at home down in the barn. I have never nibbled at anyone's wax
face!"

"Are you a Mamma mouse?" Uncle Clem asked.

"Yes!" the little mouse squeaked, "and if the kitten will let me go I
will run right home to my children and never return again!"

"Let her go, Boots!" the dolls all cried, "She has three little baby