Five Mice in a Mouse-trap, by the Man in the Moon.. Richards Laura Elizabeth Howe

so listen! And perhaps, if you were to shut your eyes, Downy, you might see some of the pretty things that Princekin saw."

      So Nibble opened the book, from which Mrs. Posset had been reading, and read this little rhyme:

PRINCEKIN

      "Princekin sits on his nursery throne,

      Prettiest Princekin, all alone,

      Sighing a sigh, and moaning a moan,

      'Oh – dear —me! oh!'

      'Princekin beautiful, Princekin dear,

      Tell us your troubles, and do not fear!'

      'Nobody come, and nobody here,

      Nobody p'ay wiz me, oh!'

      "'What! no little boys, and no little girls,

      To play with Princekin, pearl of pearls?

      Then lift your head, with its crown of curls,

      And we'll do better without, oh!

      Open the window and call the flowers

      Birds and beasts from their trees and bowers,

      To come and play with this Prince of ours,

      And make him with laughter shout, oh!'

      "Princekin raises his sapphire eyes,

      Diamond tear-drop quickly dries,

      Stares and stares in such great surprise

      He doesn't know what to do, oh!

      In at the window, low and high,

      Hundreds of creatures creep and fly,

      Vines and flowerets clambering by,

      Of every shape and hue, oh!

      "Doves are lighting on Princekin's knee,

      Close in his curls hums a honey bee,

      Roses are climbing around his wee

      Sweet hands, for to cling and kiss, oh!

      Beetles hover on gauzy wing,

      Blue-bells, lily-bells, chime and ring,

      Bull-frogs whistle and robins sing,

      And see, what an owl is this, oh!

      "Squirrel is whispering in his ear,

      'Princekin beautiful, Princekin dear,

      Leave this stupid close nursery here,

      Come to the woods with me, oh!'

      Daisy is murmuring at his feet,

      'Princekin lovely, and Princekin sweet,

      Come live with us, 'mid the corn and wheat,

      Out in the field so free, oh!'

      "Round they flutter, and round they dance,

      Wheel and hover and creep and prance,

      Bird, beast, blossom, all bent on the chance

      Of winning the pearl of boys, oh!

      Clinging and kissing o'er and o'er,

      Singing, chattering, more and more, —

      But oh!– who slammed the nursery door,

      And made such a dreadful noise, oh!

* * * *

      "Princekin sits on his nursery throne,

      Prettiest Princekin, all alone.

      Sighing a sigh and moaning a moan,

      'Oh – dear —me, oh!

      Had such a bootiful, bootiful p'ay!

      No! I not been as'eep, I say!

      And now dem's everyone gone away,

      Nobody left but me, oh!'"

      Then Nibble stopped reading, and closed the book softly, for Downy was just as fast asleep as Princekin had been.

      "That is always the way!" he said to himself. "I never saw a child sleep so much in the daytime. In fact, there is no use in reading to him, unless you want him to go to sleep. But perhaps," he added "that is just what Mrs. Posset did want, and it is the best thing to do when one cannot go out of doors. Heigh ho! how pleasant it is out there! I wonder where Brighteyes is! She might come in and stay with me, I think, if she knows I am in the house." And Nibble sat down by the window, and looked mournfully out into the garden.

      I also had been wondering where Brighteyes was, for I had not seen her since breakfast. I was just going to look in another part of the mirror, (for I can see the whole of the garden in it, and more too,) when I heard a deep sigh at my elbow. I turned, and saw my dog standing by, gazing into the mirror with a very wistful look. I followed the direction of his eyes, and saw that the cat was still up in the tree, and the dogs still at the foot of it. Gruff was tired of jumping, which indeed was not exactly in his line; and had gone quietly to sleep; but Grim and Grab kept up the game, occasionally lying down to rest and take breath, and then going at it again.

      "What ails thee, Bmfkmgth?" I asked. "Doth the sight of the other dogs grieve thee?"

      "Nay, master!" he answered. "But oh! I fain would have a cat to chase. Is there no Cat-Star, good master, whence thou couldst get me a cat? see now, how merry these dogs have been!"

      "Truly," I replied, "there is no Cat-Star; and if there were, thou wouldst be none the better off, for I would not have such noise and strife in my quiet home. Art thou not happy? here thou hast no work to do; canst eat green cheese all day, if it please thee, and sport with the merry beams which my brother Sun sends over. Perhaps thou wouldst like to go back to the Dog Star, whence thou camest. There thou hadst work enough and to spare, for thou wast servant to Prince Canis, and he is a hard master." And I tipped the mirror, so that we could see Sirius (which is the name of that star,) and what was going on in it. There sat Prince Canis on his throne, richly dressed. Hundreds of servants bowed before him, or hurried hither and thither to do his bidding. He spoke harshly to them, and flourished a huge whip, which was his sceptre, about their ears, making them howl with pain.

      "Wilt thou go back?" I asked.

      "Oh, no, no!" cried the dog, shrinking back. "Tip the glass away, my master, lest he see me and carry me off! I promise thee I will never complain again!"

      "That is well!" I said. "And if thou wantest something to chase, thou mayest chase me, though that would not be very exciting. So now, we will look for Brighteyes, and see what has become of the child."

      I tipped the glass, and again the garden blossomed before me, sunny and bright, shining with grass-emerald and dandelion gold, under the drifts of apple-blossoms. Yes, it was a pretty sight, and whichever way I may tip my glass, I see no prettier sight than this garden, in the spring of the year.

      CHAPTER V.

      TOMTY

      Brighteyes had been spending the morning with Tomty of course; anyone might have known that, for she was always with Tomty whenever she could not be found anywhere else. Tomty was the gardener, and his real name was Thomas Wilson, but the mice thought that Tomty was a much better name, and I think so too. He was the kindest gardener that ever lived, I think, and I have seen a good many. He liked nothing better than to have all the five mice trotting at his heels while he went about his work. They might hide his shears, and run off with his trowel, and take his rake and hoe for hobbyhorses, but Tomty was never out of patience with them.

      "Sure, they're young things!" he used to say. "Let them enjoy themselves now, for they'll be older before they're younger!" Which was a very sensible remark.

      "Tomty!" said Brighteyes.

      "Yes, miss."

      "I want to go into the barn-yard again to see José."

      "And that is just where I am going, miss," said Tomty; "so if you will sit in the wheelbarrow, I'll give you a ride!" so Brighteyes jumped into the wheelbarrow and was wheeled off in fine style.

      "Do you know