"Oh, dear!" she said. "I know I shall be very lonely here."
"But we could not stay in the field," said Mr. Mouse. "A man was cutting the grass, and I am afraid of that big cutter."
"That is so," said Mrs. Mouse, as she wiped another tear out of her eye. "But I shall be glad when we can move back."
"I think this hole will do," said Mr. Mouse. "I will go in and see."
II
Sammy sat on the wall and watched the mice.
He saw them stop in front of the hole and peep into it.
Then he saw Mr. Mouse go in—head, tail and all.
"That house belongs to some one else," said Sammy.
But Mr. Mouse was in the hole and did not hear what he said.