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He dropped half a foot, and crashed into the middle of a mouse dinner party, breaking three glasses.—"Who in the world is this?" inquired Johnny Town-mouse. But after the first exclamation of surprise he instantly recovered his manners. |
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With the utmost politeness he
introduced Timmy Willie to nine
other mice, all with long tails and
white neckties. Timmy Willie's
own tail was insignificant.
Johnny Town-mouse and his
friends noticed it; but they were
too well bred to make personal
remarks; only one of them asked
Timmy Willie if he had ever been
in a trap? |
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The dinner was of eight courses; not much of anything, but truly
elegant. All the dishes were
unknown to Timmy Willie, who
would have been a little afraid of
tasting them; only he was very
hungry, and very anxious to
behave with company manners.
The continual noise upstairs
made him so nervous, that he
dropped a plate. "Never mind,
they don't belong to us," said
Johnny. |
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