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When it was all beautifully neat and clean, she gave a party to five other little mice, without Mr. Jackson.
He smelt the party and came up the bank, but he could not squeeze in at the door.
So they handed him out acorn-cupfuls of honey-dew through the window, and he was not at all offended.
He sat outside in the
sun, and saidó"Tiddly,
widdly, widdly! Your very
good health, Mrs.
Tittlemouse!"
THE END