The Deadly Mouse
“What a brave, brave girl Mary is!” said a young man in enthusiastic tones.
“Mary brave? How so?” inquired the young man’s sister.
“Why, at the dance last night,” said the young man, “she was the only girl who kept her seat and remained perfectly cool when the mouse appeared.”
“Pshaw!” said his sister. “That wasn’t bravery. Mary told me afterwards that she had her old garters on.”
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