By this time Nibbles had eaten all that he possibly could, so he said good-bye to the Salamander, who paid no attention, and started off again.
As he trotted briskly down the hall, he could still hear the Salamander murmuring sleepily to himself: “He—likes—the—lit—tle—scar—let——flames——which——” and then nothing more; so he must have gone fast asleep.
Chapter IV
The Terrible Cat
Nibbles spent the night in a cosy nest which he found in a hazel bush, and early the next morning he was off once more on his travels.
Towards noon, while he was picking acorns for dinner, whom should he see, running along the road, but his cousin, Teenie Weenie, the dearest little white mouse in the world?
“Hullo, Teenie Weenie!” called Nibbles. “Where did you come from?”
“Why, I live in a village not far from here,” replied Teenie Weenie. “And where are you going, Cousin Nibbles?”