What do you think the little sprite did next? All by herself she scrambled to the very top of that big desk. Standing on tiptoe, she tried to reach over the clock! Even then she was not quite tall enough to grasp the key with her chubby little fingers; but by perching upon Sambo she got it at last.
By the time mamma came back Weezy had opened the desk, and cut one of papa's deeds into paper dolls.
Papa was vexed enough, at noon, when he saw them.
"The loss of that deed will give me a great deal of trouble," said he to mamma. "How did Weezy come by the key of my desk?"
"'Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock!'"
answered mamma, laughing.
"Why, why, is it possible!" said papa, turning pale. "I'm thankful she didn't break her neck,—our little mouse of a Weezy."
PENN SHIRLEY.