Father Gray said, “Never mind, my dears, I will find you a nice, new home,” and away he went.
Bye and bye he returned and told them with joy that he had found a splendid place for them to live. It was just inside the door of a big apartment building.
Father Gray and Mother Gray gathered together all the pieces of their nest and carried them in their mouths. Then, keeping very close to the fence, they started for their new home.
This new home was a nice square place under the floor and far enough back so that a cat or a dog could not reach them. Soon they were settled and Pinkie Whiskers, Twinkle and Winkle were fast asleep.
In the morning, just as Mrs. Gray was washing her children’s faces, they heard a bell ring right in front of their door.
To their great alarm their home began to tremble and then move. Yes, really move. Up and up it went, faster and faster.
Oh, how frightened they were! All at once their home stopped. They heard people talking and then down, down they went. My, what a queer feeling it gave them!
They heard a voice say, “Your elevator is running fine today, Tom.”
“An elevator!” cried Mother Gray—“Our home is in an elevator. We must move at once for we cannot be always going up and down.”
Father Gray just laughed and laughed, then said: “Well, well, I have heard of elevators, but I never expected to have a ride in one and now we have a home in one. That is a good joke, ha! ha!”