“The very thing!” cried she to herself, whisking her tail with joy. “Here is a nice little bed to sleep in, and a wax candle on the dressing-table for supper! How lucky I am! this is indeed a nice house to visit!”
The next morning, Effie ran to her dolls’-house and gave a little scream. “Mummy, look! there’s been a mouse in the spare room! It’s eaten two of the candles—look!”
“That is not quite the guest you hoped for, is it, Effie?” said Mamma.
“No, but do you think it will come again to-night? Oh! I should like to see it in the morning!” said Effie.
Emily Bennett.
The Winged Flower
