FIELD MICE 



or because she was lonely, or for some physio- 

 logical reason; it is only certain that she lost 

 it. 



One morning I found Quaker stiff and cold 

 in death. I remembered how she had damaged 

 my hat and this may have chilled my love for 

 her so greatly that I did not mourn for her as 

 perhaps I might. She had come into my life 

 with little ways and given me some little insight 

 into the value of small things useful and the 

 need to rid ourselves of small things harmful. 



[H5] 



