One little white mouse, frightened and not knowing where to go, ran up the dress skirt and into the lap of the mother of Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.
"Come here, Will, and come quick," called Mrs. Brown to the owner of the white mice. "I do not like your sort of pet, come and take it away—and come quick, I say!"
"All right, I'll come," answered Will.
"Don't be frightened," called out Mr. Treadwell. "I'm sure Will's white mice are too well-trained to harm any one."
"Oh, we're not afraid!"
"They won't hurt anybody," said the boy who owned the white pets, and who was going to have them do little tricks during the show. "Why, they're so tame they'll crawl all over you and go to sleep in your pocket!"
"Oh, take 'em away! Take 'em away!" cried one girl. "I wouldn't have come if I had known there were to be any mice!"
"But they're white mice," said Will, "and I didn't know they were out of the cage. Somebody must have opened the door."
"I'll help you hunt for the white mice," offered Bunny Brown. "I'm not afraid of 'em!"
"I aren't, either," added Sue.