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Once more Whitefoot hurried in the direction of it , and once more he was disappointed when the next reply came from a different place .
By now he was getting quite excited .
He was bound to find that other Wood Mouse .
Every time he heard that drumming , funny little thrills ran all over him .
He did n't know why .
They just did , that was all .
He simply must find that other Wood Mouse .
He forgot everything else .
He did n't even notice where he was going .
He would drum , then wait for a reply .
As soon as he heard it , he would scamper in the direction of it , and then pause to drum again .
Sometimes the reply would be very near , then again it would be so far away that a great fear would fill Whitefoot 's heart that the stranger was running away .
CHAPTER XXVI : Love Fills The Heart Of Whitefoot Joyous all the winds that blow To the heart with love aglow .
-- Whitefoot .
It was a wonderful game of hide-and-seek that Whitefoot the Wood Mouse was playing in the dusk of early evening .
Whitefoot was `` it '' all the time .
That is , he was the one who had to do all the hunting .
Just who he was hunting for he did n't know .
He knew it was another Wood Mouse , but it was a stranger , and do what he would , he could n't get so much as a glimpse of this little stranger .
He would drum with his feet and after a slight pause there would be an answering drum .
Then Whitefoot would run as fast as he could in that direction only to find no one at all .
Then he would drum again and the reply would come from another direction .
Every moment Whitefoot became more excited .
He forgot everything , even danger , in his desire to see that little drummer .
Once or twice he actually lost his temper in his disappointment .
But this was only for a moment .
He was too eager to find that little drummer to be angry very long .
At last there came a time when there was no reply to his drumming .
He drummed and listened , then drummed again and listened .
Nothing was to be heard .
There was no reply .
Whitefoot 's heart sank .
All the old lonesomeness crept over him again .
He did n't know which way to turn to look for that stranger .
When he had drummed until he was tired , he sat on the end of an old log , a perfect picture of disappointment .
He was so disappointed that he could have cried if it would have done any good .
Just as he had about made up his mind that there was nothing to do but to try to find his way home , his keen little ears caught the faintest rustle of dry leaves .
Instantly Whitefoot was alert and watchful .
Long ago he had learned to be suspicious of rustling leaves .
They might have been rustled by the feet of an enemy stealing up on him .
No Wood Mouse who wants to live long is ever heedless of rustling leaves .
As still as if he could n't move , Whitefoot sat staring at the place from which that faint sound had seemed to come .
For two or three minutes he heard and saw nothing .
Then another leaf rustled a little bit to one side .
Whitefoot turned like a flash , his feet gathered under him ready for a long jump for safety .
At first he saw nothing .
Then he became aware of two bright , soft little eyes watching him .
He stared at them very hard and then all over him crept those funny thrills he had felt when he had first heard the drumming of the stranger .
He knew without being told that those eyes belonged to the little drummer with whom he had been playing hide and seek so long .
Whitefoot held his breath , he was so afraid that those eyes would vanish .
Finally he rather timidly jumped down from the log and started toward those two soft eyes .
They vanished .
Whitefoot 's heart sank .
He was tempted to rush forward , but he did n't .
He sat still .
There was a slight rustle off to the right .
A little ray of moonlight made its way down through the branches of the trees just there , and in the middle of the light spot it made sat a timid little person .
It seemed to Whitefoot that he was looking at the most beautiful Wood Mouse in all the Great World .
Suddenly he felt very shy and timid himself .
`` Who -- who -- who are you ? ''
he stammered .
`` I am little Miss Dainty , '' replied the stranger bashfully .
Right then and there Whitefoot 's heart was filled so full of something that it seemed as if it would burst .
It was love .
All in that instant he knew that he had found the most wonderful thing in all the Great World , which of course is love .
He knew that he just could n't live without little Miss Dainty .
CHAPTER XXVII : Mr. And Mrs. Whitefoot When all is said and all is done 'T is only love of two makes one .
-- Whitefoot .
Little Miss Dainty , the most beautiful and wonderful Wood Mouse in all the Great World , according to Whitefoot , was very shy and very timid .
It took Whitefoot a long time to make her believe that he really could n't live without her .
At least , she pretended not to believe it .
If the truth were known , little Miss Dainty felt just the same way about Whitefoot .
But Whitefoot did n't know this , and I am afraid she teased him a great deal before she told him that she loved him just as he loved her .
But at last little Miss Dainty shyly admitted that she loved Whitefoot just as much as he loved her and was willing to become Mrs. Whitefoot .
Secretly she thought Whitefoot the most wonderful Wood Mouse in the Great World , but she did n't tell him so .
The truth is , she made him feel as if she were doing him a great favor .
As for Whitefoot , he was so happy that he actually tried to sing .
Yes , sir , Whitefoot tried to sing , and he really did very well for a Mouse .
He was ready and eager to do anything that Mrs. Whitefoot wanted to do .
Together they scampered about in the moonlight , hunting for good things to eat , and poking their inquisitive little noses into every little place they could find .
Whitefoot forgot that he had ever been sad and lonely .
He raced about and did all sorts of funny things from pure joy , but he never once forgot to watch out for danger .
In fact he was more watchful than ever , for now he was watching for Mrs. Whitefoot as well as for himself .
At last Whitefoot rather timidly suggested that they should go see his fine home in a certain hollow stub .
Mrs. Whitefoot insisted that they should go to her home .
Whitefoot agreed on condition that she would afterwards visit his home .
So together they went back to Mrs. Whitefoot 's home .
Whitefoot pretended that he liked it very much , but in his heart he thought his own home was very much better , and he felt quite sure that Mrs. Whitefoot would agree with him once she had seen it .
But Mrs. Whitefoot was very well satisfied with her old home and not at all anxious to leave it .
It was in an old hollow stump close to the ground .
It was just such a place as Shadow the Weasel would be sure to visit should he happen along that way .
It did n't seem at all safe to Whitefoot .
In fact it worried him .
Then , too , it was not in such a pleasant place as was his own home .
Of course he did n't say this , but pretended to admire everything .
Two days and nights they spent there .
Then Whitefoot suggested that they should visit his home .
`` Of course , my dear , we will not have to live there unless you want to , but I want you to see it , '' said he .
Mrs. Whitefoot did n't appear at all anxious to go .
She began to make excuses for staying right where they were .

Once more Whitefoot hurried in the direction of it , and once more he was disappointed when the next reply came from a different place .

By now he was getting quite excited .

He was bound to find that other Wood Mouse .

Every time he heard that drumming , funny little thrills ran all over him .

He did n't know why .

They just did , that was all .

He simply must find that other Wood Mouse .

He forgot everything else .

He did n't even notice where he was going .

He would drum , then wait for a reply .

As soon as he heard it , he would scamper in the direction of it , and then pause to drum again .

Sometimes the reply would be very near , then again it would be so far away that a great fear would fill Whitefoot 's heart that the stranger was running away .

CHAPTER XXVI : Love Fills The Heart Of Whitefoot Joyous all the winds that blow To the heart with love aglow .

-- Whitefoot .

It was a wonderful game of hide-and-seek that Whitefoot the Wood Mouse was playing in the dusk of early evening .

Whitefoot was `` it '' all the time .

That is , he was the one who had to do all the hunting .

Just who he was hunting for he did n't know .

He knew it was another Wood Mouse , but it was a stranger , and do what he would , he could n't get so much as a glimpse of this little stranger .

He would drum with his feet and after a slight pause there would be an answering drum .

Then Whitefoot would run as fast as he could in that direction only to find no one at all .

Then he would drum again and the reply would come from another direction .

Every moment Whitefoot became more excited .

He forgot everything , even danger , in his desire to see that little drummer .

Once or twice he actually lost his temper in his disappointment .

But this was only for a moment .

He was too eager to find that little drummer to be angry very long .

At last there came a time when there was no reply to his drumming .

He drummed and listened , then drummed again and listened .

Nothing was to be heard .

There was no reply .

Whitefoot 's heart sank .

All the old lonesomeness crept over him again .

He did n't know which way to turn to look for that stranger .

When he had drummed until he was tired , he sat on the end of an old log , a perfect picture of disappointment .

He was so disappointed that he could have cried if it would have done any good .

Just as he had about made up his mind that there was nothing to do but to try to find his way home , his keen little ears caught the faintest rustle of dry leaves .

Instantly Whitefoot was alert and watchful .

Long ago he had learned to be suspicious of rustling leaves .

They might have been rustled by the feet of an enemy stealing up on him .

No Wood Mouse who wants to live long is ever heedless of rustling leaves .

As still as if he could n't move , Whitefoot sat staring at the place from which that faint sound had seemed to come .

For two or three minutes he heard and saw nothing .

Then another leaf rustled a little bit to one side .

Whitefoot turned like a flash , his feet gathered under him ready for a long jump for safety .

At first he saw nothing .

Then he became aware of two bright , soft little eyes watching him .

He stared at them very hard and then all over him crept those funny thrills he had felt when he had first heard the drumming of the stranger .

He knew without being told that those eyes belonged to the little drummer with whom he had been playing hide and seek so long .

Whitefoot held his breath , he was so afraid that those eyes would vanish .

Finally he rather timidly jumped down from the log and started toward those two soft eyes .

They vanished .

Whitefoot 's heart sank .

He was tempted to rush forward , but he did n't .

He sat still .

There was a slight rustle off to the right .

A little ray of moonlight made its way down through the branches of the trees just there , and in the middle of the light spot it made sat a timid little person .

It seemed to Whitefoot that he was looking at the most beautiful Wood Mouse in all the Great World .

Suddenly he felt very shy and timid himself .

`` Who -- who -- who are you ? ''

he stammered .

`` I am little Miss Dainty , '' replied the stranger bashfully .

Right then and there Whitefoot 's heart was filled so full of something that it seemed as if it would burst .

It was love .

All in that instant he knew that he had found the most wonderful thing in all the Great World , which of course is love .

He knew that he just could n't live without little Miss Dainty .

CHAPTER XXVII : Mr. And Mrs. Whitefoot When all is said and all is done 'T is only love of two makes one .

-- Whitefoot .

Little Miss Dainty , the most beautiful and wonderful Wood Mouse in all the Great World , according to Whitefoot , was very shy and very timid .

It took Whitefoot a long time to make her believe that he really could n't live without her .

At least , she pretended not to believe it .

If the truth were known , little Miss Dainty felt just the same way about Whitefoot .

But Whitefoot did n't know this , and I am afraid she teased him a great deal before she told him that she loved him just as he loved her .

But at last little Miss Dainty shyly admitted that she loved Whitefoot just as much as he loved her and was willing to become Mrs. Whitefoot .

Secretly she thought Whitefoot the most wonderful Wood Mouse in the Great World , but she did n't tell him so .

The truth is , she made him feel as if she were doing him a great favor .

As for Whitefoot , he was so happy that he actually tried to sing .

Yes , sir , Whitefoot tried to sing , and he really did very well for a Mouse .

He was ready and eager to do anything that Mrs. Whitefoot wanted to do .

Together they scampered about in the moonlight , hunting for good things to eat , and poking their inquisitive little noses into every little place they could find .

Whitefoot forgot that he had ever been sad and lonely .

He raced about and did all sorts of funny things from pure joy , but he never once forgot to watch out for danger .

In fact he was more watchful than ever , for now he was watching for Mrs. Whitefoot as well as for himself .

At last Whitefoot rather timidly suggested that they should go see his fine home in a certain hollow stub .

Mrs. Whitefoot insisted that they should go to her home .

Whitefoot agreed on condition that she would afterwards visit his home .

So together they went back to Mrs. Whitefoot 's home .

Whitefoot pretended that he liked it very much , but in his heart he thought his own home was very much better , and he felt quite sure that Mrs. Whitefoot would agree with him once she had seen it .

But Mrs. Whitefoot was very well satisfied with her old home and not at all anxious to leave it .

It was in an old hollow stump close to the ground .

It was just such a place as Shadow the Weasel would be sure to visit should he happen along that way .

It did n't seem at all safe to Whitefoot .

In fact it worried him .

Then , too , it was not in such a pleasant place as was his own home .

Of course he did n't say this , but pretended to admire everything .

Two days and nights they spent there .

Then Whitefoot suggested that they should visit his home .

`` Of course , my dear , we will not have to live there unless you want to , but I want you to see it , '' said he .

Mrs. Whitefoot did n't appear at all anxious to go .

She began to make excuses for staying right where they were .