Show VICTOR HUGO AND THE MOUSE gray victor rugo hugo in his nook rat musing oer a favorite book when lo 10 half ti halt half intent As on an some serious errand bent his hia daughter and his bis grandchild brought A mouse the pantry trap had caught the poet turned with loving heed to hear the little maiden plead with piteous face and eager cry say grandpa shall the die behold the thiet the mother said the pixy with us no nibbling knife so go busy round my ab gese and bread I 1 I 1 just no now made pr prisoner while it fed we found it squeaking like a fife and melted gs at its shrill complaint our oar jennie like a tender maln with tearful pity begged its life her pleading charmed away my frown I 1 spared my victim doomed to drown and told its gentle advocate her grandsire should decide ita fate poor little mouse I 1 I 1 the old man smiled and drew his darling to his bis knee see bee how bow it trembles lisped the child its epst as soared scared as soared scared can be and sorry too I 1 guess it feels because my mamma says it steals all such a mite could eat and drink Is no greit great stealing I 1 should think I 1 its head could cuddle in my ring As ears are like a midges fidgets wing its tall tail is just a bitof bit of string its wee bright ayes ey esthe the cunning thing I 1 its bodye body carce scarce a spoon would fill 1111 it big enough to kul kill I 1 and oh I 1 it looks at ahyou so shy say grandpa shall the die fondly the aged poet spoke the boon you sak sk is grand to give Je jennie units I 1 stay the fatal and bid your tiny prisoner live |