On the floor they saw a wonderful doll's house. "How fine it would be to live there!" they squeaked.
They ran up and down the stairs, sat on the chairs, and lay down in the beds. Oh, they had a merry time!
Then Sniffy said, "I smell that good pop corn again. Let's climb up into the Christmas tree and get some."
They climbed up into the tree. They nibbled the pop corn; they nibbled the candy; they nibbled the nuts; and they nibbled the cakes.
Soon Sharpeyes cried out, "Come here, I see a mouse! I see a mouse! But he doesn't look like our family at all."
"I should say not," sniffed Sniffy; "and how good he smells!"
"Why, he is good to eat!" squeaked Squeaky; and they all began to eat the chocolate mouse.
Then they found another candy mouse—a pretty pink one. They were so busy eating it that they forgot to watch and listen; then—bang! The door was opened, and the lights were turned on.
With a squeak, the mice scampered down from the tree; then they ran along the hall, through the pantry, and back to their home. There was the father mouse, and the mother mouse, and Sharpeyes, and Sniffy. But where was Squeaky?