FUZZ AND BUZZ SAVE MISS PATTY GREY-FUR
SO they all three, for the house-mouse came too, ran up the inside of the pipe and knocked at Miss Patty Grey-Fur's door.
"Who's there?" she said in a very cross voice.
"Fuzz and Buzz," her nephew and niece said together.
"Oh, it's you, is it?" she said. "Haven't you gone home yet? Go away. I am not going to give you any of my corn, so you need not think that I am!"
But when Fuzz told her of the meeting that had just been held down in the yard, she opened her door at once and let them all three in. Her face was quite pale with fright.
"You may have as much corn as ever you like, all of you," she said. "You have saved my life. I am so fond of toasted cheese, that if I had smelt it I am sure I should have darted outside, and then they could easily have pushed me down from the roof. I wonder how any mouse could think of being so unkind to another mouse!"
But none of Miss Patty Grey-Fur's guests answered. For their three mouths were so full of corn that they could not speak.
They all thought that the barn was quite one of the nicest places they had ever seen in all their lives. It was filled with corn from top to bottom, and there was enough in it, so at least Fuzz thought, to feed hundreds of mice for hundreds of years. And the little thin house-mouse ate more than either Fuzz or Buzz, for though they had been hungry he had been almost starving.
By and by a knock came at the door, and a smell of toasted cheese stole through the barn.