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She shut herself up in the nut-cellar while Mr. Jackson pulled out the bees-nest. He seemed to
have no objection to stings.
When Mrs. Tittlemouse ventured to come out—everybody had gone away.
But the untidiness was
something dreadful—"Never did I
see such a mess—smears of
honey; and moss, and
thistledown—and marks of big
and little dirty feet—all over my
nice clean house!"
She gathered up the moss and the remains of the beeswax.
Then she went out and fetched some twigs, to partly close up the front door.
"I will make it too small for Mr. Jackson!"