64 IN THE SEALED TIN. 
bottle hit a fence with a bang that ought to 
have dislocated all her internal economy for 
ever. 
Instead, she glued to the fence in the hot 
sun like a limpet, till the night came and froze 
her stiff, so that she fell, and a long-tailed 
field-mouse, coming out of his hole later, 
found her there, a month too early, and 
gobbled her up. 
