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busy over a bunch of tender grasses, was a plump 

 field mouse. 



A bound, a faint squeak, and a moment after I 

 was hurrying back to Whitey with the mouse in 

 my teeth. 



Whitey purred with joy as I laid it before her, 

 and immediately fell to, not stopping till the last 

 morsel of the mouse had been eaten, while I sa,t 

 looking on. 



Not until she had quite finished did Whitey re- 

 member that I might be hungry, too. 



" Oh dear ! " she cried. " Here I have eaten it 

 all, and now there is nothing left for you. How 

 greedy I have been ; " and the poor, tender little 

 thing looked ready to mew. 



I told her it was no matter. I did feel hungry 

 but I did not tell her so. I would have liked 

 to go back to the field to hunt for another mouse 

 for myself, but it was now growing late, and I 

 hoped that we were nearing some barn where we 

 might find shelter as well as food. 



Just as the sun was setting and all the sky was in 

 a glow, we heard a horse trotting, and a light sound 

 of wheels. We drew to the side of the road and 

 crouched down among the grasses. 



Pyle's Humble Friends.— lo. 



