Cure for 



Full benely stuffit, baith but and ben, 



Of beirris and nuttis, peis, ry and quheit 



all of it, ready stored, so that, 



Quhen ever scho list scho had aneuch to eit. 

 Enough to eat ? Certainly ; but is enough to eat all 

 that a mouse wants ? So far from being satisfied with 

 mere meat was this particular mouse, that finding 

 herself in the cellar in the midst of plenty, she at 

 once began to carry my winter stores from where I 

 had put them, and to make little heaps for herself 

 in every dark cranny and corner of the cellar. A pint, 

 or less, of " nuttis " shagbarks she tucked away 

 in the toe of my hunting boot. The nuts had been 

 left in a basket in the vegetable cellar ; the boots 

 stood out by the chimney in the furnace room, and 

 there were double doors and a brick partition wall 

 between. No matter. Here were the nuts she had 

 not yet stored, and out yonder was the hole, smooth 

 and deep and dark, to store them in. She found a 

 way past the partition wall. 



Every morning I shook those nuts out of my boot 

 and sent them rattling over the cellar floor. Every 

 night the mouse gathered them up and put them 

 snugly back into the toe of the boot. She could not 



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