“I am going to seek my fortune,” said Nibbles.
“Oh, do let me come, too,” begged Teenie.
“All right, come along,” answered Nibbles. “Two is company and one is none. Only don’t keep getting tired.”
“No, I certainly won’t,” promised Teenie. “But you must come and have supper at my house before we start.”
By the time they reached the village, it was dark, and the lights in the houses were beginning to shine. They crept cautiously down the street until they came to a pretty house in the middle of a large garden.
“That is where I live,” said Teenie Weenie, “but look out for the Cat.”
A brightly lighted window was open, around which grew a honeysuckle. Up the vine ran Teenie Weenie, closely followed by Nibbles, and, sitting on the windowsill, they looked into a beautiful room.
On a long table there were numbers of lighted candles in high silver candle-sticks, and never had Nibbles seen such wonderful things to eat,—nuts and raisins, figs and dates, oranges and grapes, cakes and candy.