"Then came a big storm, and the river rose very high; the posts which
were half gnawed through, broke, and the mill fell over into the river.

"'Save me! Save me!' shouted the miller as the swiftly-running current
carried him down the stream.

"'I am sending you to find my lost babies,' squeaked the little mouse as
she ran to and fro on the bank.

"There's a good lesson in that story, if you know how to find it," Mrs.
Mouser said as she curled herself into a little ball near the fireplace,
much as though she had come to an end of her story-telling; but just at
that moment a mouse showed his nose in one corner of the room.

In an instant Mrs. Mouser Cat was on her feet looking as if she had
never thought of such a thing as taking a nap, and in a very few seconds
she had the mouse in her claws.

[Illustration: Mrs. Mouser Cat Catches a Mouse.]

"I guess this breaks up my visit," she said, going toward the door. "I
must give the kittens a chance to learn how a mouse should be caught,
and it isn't likely I'll have time to come back here this afternoon."

Then Mrs. Mouser Cat disappeared through the half-opened door, and your
Aunt Amy was left alone, wondering which, of all the animals on the
farm, would be the next to provide her with an afternoon's
entertainment.

THE END.