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FOUR-FOOTED AMERICANS 



" Oil, the tiap is coming open and the mice are getting 

 out ! Hold Quick, Nat, do I " screamed Dodo. There 

 was a scufHe, a few shrill barks, a confused spectacle of 

 Dodo falling over the trap, j\Ir. Wolf tumbling over 

 Dodo and putting his heavy paw on a running mouse, 

 while (juick disappeared under the Wolfskin rug. 

 When Dodo untangled herself, four Meadow Mice, 

 killed by a single sliake each from Quick, were scat- 

 tered about the camp, while Mr. Wolf still held his prize 

 under his paw. 



" It's my fault, I know, but my menagerie is all 

 dead ! " quavered Dodo. 



" Never mind,"" said the Doctor ; " it is rather soon, 

 but that is A\hat usually hap>2)ens to private menageries." 



JuMPiXG Mouse, 



