So George had no alternative but to walk back to the plant, which had been preserved as a memorial to great-great-grandfather Michael.
t took him three weary weeks to make it, and the first thing he noticed when he got there was the trap in front of the door. Naturally, there was no bait in it and the spring wasn't set, but the trap was still there.
"George," Clara said to him the moment after she kissed him, "you must speak to the janitor about the trap."
So George went outside right away, since he could hear the janitor swish-swashing the dust around.
"Hello!" he shouted.
"Hello yourself," the janitor said. "So you're home again."
"My wife wants the trap moved," George said. "She's afraid the children might get hurt."
"Sorry," the janitor replied. "My orders were to put a mousetrap by each mousehole."