"No, Brofessor. This is really me, Mitkey. I can talk now. Chust like you."
"You say you can—I do not belief it. Vhy can I not see you, then. Vhere are you? Vhy don't you—"
"I am hiding, Brofessor, in der valll chust behind der big hole. I vanted to be sure efferything vas ogay before I showed myself. Then you vould not get eggcited und throw something at me maybe."
"Vot? Vhy, Mitkey, if it iss really you und I am nodt asleep or going—Vhy, Mitkey, you know better than to think I might do something like that!"
"Ogay, Brofessor."
Mitkey stepped out of the hole in the wall, and the Professor looked at him and rubbed his eyes and looked again and rubbed his eyes and—
"I am grazy," he said finally. "Red bants he vears yet, und yellow—It gannot be. I am grazy."
"No, Brofessor. Listen, I'll tell you all aboudt."
And Mitkey told him.
Gray dawn, and a small gray mouse still talking earnestly.