She says we are overrun--the greatest nonsense! As if there wasn't enough for all of us! Then in the night--I sleep there, you see, behind that screen--I wake, and hear some little fool squeaking.

So I get up, and take the trap downstairs in the dark--right away down--to the first floor.

And there I let the mouse go--those folk down there are rich enough to keep him.

The only drawback is that my old woman is so cross in the morning, and she spends her life thinking of new traps.

_Ah, ben!--Je la laisse faire!_' 'And this place suits you ?' 'Admirably--till the cold comes.