“Let's go over to your home right away,” she whispered. “I've never seen Shadow about here before, but now that he has been here once, he may come again.”
“We'll start at once,” replied Whitefoot, and for once he was glad that Shadow the Weasel was about.
CHAPTER XVIII: Mrs. Whitefoot Decides On A Home
When Mrs. Mouse makes up her mind
Then Mr. Mouse best get behind.
—Whitefoot.
Whitefoot the Wood Mouse was very proud of his home. He showed it as he led Mrs. Whitefoot there. He felt sure that she would say at once that that would be the place for them to live. You remember that it was high up in a tall, dead stub and had once been the home of Timmy the Flying Squirrel.
“There, my dear, what do you think of that?” said Whitefoot proudly as they reached the little round doorway.
Mrs. Whitefoot said nothing, but at once went inside. She was gone what seemed a long time to Whitefoot, anxiously waiting outside. You see, Mrs. Whitefoot is a very thorough small person, and she was examining the inside of that house from top to bottom. At last she appeared at the doorway.
“Don't you think this is a splendid house?” asked Whitefoot rather timidly.
“It is very good of its kind,” replied Mrs. Whitefoot.