the two unfortunates hunt for the lost beetle.

Then came days of hunger which were all the harder to bear since the
recent period of good food and plenty. Oh, if they had only not got used
to such dainties! How hard it was to go back to scraps and scrapings!

But if the widow and her son were sad over the loss of the good meals,
the two pets were even more so. They were reduced to beggary and had to
go forth daily upon the streets in search of stray bones and refuse that
decent dogs and cats turned up their noses at.

One day, after this period of starvation had been going on for some
time, Whitehead began suddenly to frisk about in great excitement.

"Whatever is the matter with you?" growled Blackfoot. "Are you mad from
hunger, or have you caught another flea?"

"I was just thinking over our affairs, and now I know the cause of all
our trouble."

"Do you indeed?" sneered Blackfoot.

"Yes, I do indeed, and you'd better think twice before you mock me, for
I hold your future in my paw, as you will very soon see."

"Well, you needn't get angry about nothing. What wonderful discovery
have you made--that every rat has one tail?"

"First of all, are you willing to help me bring good fortune back to our
family?"