“We’ll be over early in the morning and take your husband home,” said the General, and the Teenie Weenies started back to the shoe house, for it was fast growing dark.
MRS. MOUSE ASKS A FAVOR
IT WAS quite late when the Teenie Weenies arrived at the shoe house, and it was almost nine o’clock when the little people had finished their supper.
“Well, we’d better all get to bed,” said the General, pushing his chair back from the table, “for we have got to be out bright and early in the morning and take Mr. Mouse back to his home.”
Gogo and the Turk helped the Cook wash up the supper dishes, and half an hour later every single Teenie Weenie was sleeping peacefully in his teenie weenie bed.
The Teenie Weenies had been asleep only a short time when they were awakened by a loud squeaking and scratching at the front door.
“Who dat?” cried Gogo, putting his head out one of the tiny windows.
“Its me,” answered Mrs. Mouse. “Oh dear me.”